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harrygoeswest · 9 months

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Harry Styles is your sworn enemy. You've decided to take a holiday in the Scottish Highlands, and so has he. And there's only one bed…

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A/N: Hiiiiii! I think I announced this like 3 months ago and never finished it, but we're finally here! I actually really fucking love this story. I've never done this 'one bed' trope before, nor an enemies-to-lovers OU, because EVERYONE loves H man, right? Well, not this YN. And he's not too fond of her either. I'm really excited to share it with you. Again, what started as a one shot grew into a two-parter because I simply cannot contain myself when the ball starts rolling. Anyhoo, to my forever friend @all-things-fic, thank you as always for reading this through and making me snort at your comments and being the ultimate validator <3

Word Count: 13,261 Trigger Warnings: Swearing (obvs), vomiting, bed-sharing with a sexy man

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Rain. Persistent, unabated, never-ending, relentless rain. It was all you’d heard and seen all day and you were sick of it. You’d never really minded it until today, but thanks to one shit-show after another, you were ready to relinquish it. You wanted it gone. Your summer holiday was already off to a bad start.

“Bad day?”

Where to begin?

A cabin in the Scottish Highlands had sounded like the perfect escape for a four-week break away from the city. You had work to do, deadlines to meet, but at least you could do it without being interrupted. Without the sounds of pedestrians and car horns and wayward seagulls and bike bells. Yep, the Highlands still sounded perfect, but the endless string of catastrophes made you wonder if it really was perfect or rather just a ridiculous indulgence.

No. You deserved this break. Bad day or not, the holiday was needed.

When your brother had told you a year ago that he’d bought a holiday home in the Highlands you hadn’t exactly been surprised. He and his wife had been talking about it for years, and he’d finally earned enough money through his music career to be able to do it. Sadly, with your own deadlines and packed schedule, this was the first time in said year you’d been able to find time to go.

Apparently the all-knowing entity in your life had other plans.

You were supposed to come by plane first thing this morning, but your car had broken down on the way to the airport and you spent 3 hours waiting for the AA to rescue you. You had then managed to rearrange your flight to a later one, but because of the weather, all other flights out of Bristol had been cancelled for the day. You then spent a ridiculous amount of money on a 10 hour train from Bristol to Inverness with a change at Edinburgh in between, and were now forking out on a taxi to take you the rest of the way.

At that particular point in time, a cabin in the middle of nowhere seemed like a dreadful fucking idea.

“Could say that.” You managed weakly.

The driver chuckled to himself and you tried not to squeal. “Nearly there now. Fifteen minutes or so.”

There is a God!

Forty-five minutes later he finally stopped in the middle of a single track road. Your eyelid had been twitching for half that time, and a headache was forming in your left temple.

He turned over his shoulder and flashed a grin. He was missing an incisor and three of his other teeth were gold. “This is as far as I can get you. Cabin is at the top of that hill.”

You gave him a look, then peered out the window. All you could see was rain and mud and a black night. “What hill?”

“You’ll find it. Fare is sixty.”

“Sixty quid?”

He nodded. “Scottish if you’ve got ‘em. I’m a collector.”

“We agreed on forty. And no, I don’t have any bloody Scottish notes.” A Scottish man collecting Scottish money! On what planet?!

“No, sixty.”

You muttered expletives under your breath and shoved the money at him over his shoulder.

“Y’alright gettin’ your own case, love? Don’t really want t’ get wet.”

“Un-fucking-believable.”

In the shittiest, snappiest manner you could muster, you got out of the car and retrieved your luggage from the boot, slamming every door you touched. The driver immediately pulled off once the boot was closed, pipping his horn.

“Wanker!” You yelled after him.

Finding your bearings, you located the ‘hill’ he’d been talking about, forcing down your frustration at the size of the damn thing as you started up the pathway. You dragged your suitcase behind you through the mud, grateful it had a hard and waterproof plastic exterior. At least after all this you’d be able to take a shower and change into clean clothes.

It took you an embarrassing amount of time to reach the cabin, thanks to not only the rain but also the brutal wind. When you finally reached the porch you fell onto it, greeted by the most intense relief you’d ever felt. You took a minute to recover from your exercise, and then fumbled around on the dark porch for the stone your brother had left the key under.

“Aha.” Delighted when you found it, you pulled the key out of the rock and shoved it in the door, unlocking it.

Heat floated over your body, as did warm, homey light. Weird. Why were the lights on?

Then did your eyes land on the thing that was most definitely out of place.

A loud, shrill scream ripped from your body.

A man was in the cabin. A naked man. Mostly. The only thing saving him and you was the towel wrapped around his waist. Shiny back, muscly arms, damp neck, wet hair. At the sound of your wail he turned around, equally as alarmed.

“What the-?”

In his panic, the grip he had on his towel slipped, and you were given more of an eyeful than you ever bargained for.

You screamed again and reached for the closest thing to you, then lurched it across the room at him. Then your brain caught up with you, and you pulled the door closed again, separating you from him. You were back outside in the cold.

That man wasn’t just anyone. He’d never been just anyone. He was your sister-in-law’s friend. He was your brother’s boss, to a degree. He was your worst fucking nightmare rolled into physical human form.

He was Harry fucking Styles.

This was officially the worst day of your life.

“No, no, no, no, no.” You repeated, over and over again as you paced the porch, head in your hands. You knocked into your suitcase multiple times and it ended up falling down the porch steps into a muddy puddle. You tripped over a loose piece of decking at least twice. You caught your hip on the porch bannister, too. But none of it registered with you while your brain cycled between images of Harry’s naked back and his large appendage.

How could this be happening? What had you done to deserve such a catastrophic start to your holiday? You couldn’t stay here. Not with that man. That man that you hated, and who hated you in return. This was a disaster.

You dug your phone out of your sopping handbag. No signal.

“Oh, come on.” You hissed.

Stubborn as always, you tried to call your brother anyway. Repeatedly. Twenty times, at least, each one failing to connect. You couldn’t even leave a voicemail. You raised the phone to the sky like it was baby Simba. Still nothing.

“Fuck!”

The door swung open, and Harry said your name in a low grunt.

You swivelled, glare like a dagger. “You. Why the fuck are you here?”

“Why am I here?” He scoffed. He was clothed now, in a t-shirt and jogging bottoms. “Why are you here?”

“This is my brother’s cabin! I have a key! He said I could stay here!”

“Well, guess what?” He leaned forward, arms crossed. “Holly said I could stay here, too.”

You wanted to throw your phone at his stupid face. “Fucking great.”

“There’s obviously been some misunderstanding.” He straightened.

“You don’t say…”

His gaze narrowed. “You’re impossible.”

“At least I’m not the one who’s stupid enough to state the obvious.”

You turned away again and tried your brother one more time. The beep beep beep that told you the call had failed yet again had your stomach in knots.

“There’s no phone signal here.”

“Yes, thank you. Just go back inside.”

“No.”

“For the love of Christ, why not?”

“I’d rather see what you’re going to do with yourself.”

You turned another glare on him. “Oh, I’m so glad that the shitty situation I’ve found myself in is entertaining you, Harry. Please, mock me some more. The resulting anger might actually take the chill out of my fucking toes.”

He looked like he was about to open his mouth, but you didn’t let him.

“You know, this really has been the day from hell. It’s been a categorical disaster from start to finish, and finally getting myself here only to find you, of all people, really is the cherry on top of my whopping slice of shit pie. So please, do me this one favour, and sod off back inside.”

His jaw ticked, and he emitted a low growl before he slammed the door of the cabin and left you in the cold, wet night.

A sob wracked through you, and you flopped down on the top step just to let your body deflate for five minutes. It was so cold you were shivering. Your clothes clung to your body like sheets of ice, your lips were cracked, and a bite ate away at your toes.

You knew you couldn’t do much tonight. You’d have to wait until tomorrow, for when the storm hopefully passed, and you could call your brother to give him a gobful and then walk into the village to find a B&B or cheap hotel. You hadn’t forgotten that your train ticket was a set day return for four weeks’ time. You’d just have to wait until Harry was gone before you took your time to enjoy the cabin like you’d planned.

When you finally calmed down you dragged your suitcase out of the mud and dropped it on the driest part of the deck. You dug around for the jumper you’d brought with you and pulled it over your frozen torso. You also took your shoes and socks off and put two clean pairs on. Once you were wrapped back up in your coat, you settled on the armchair that was the least wet and tried to go to sleep.

After five minutes or so, the cabin door creaked open again.

“Come inside, please.” Harry’s voice was void of any emotion.

“No.”

“You’ll get sick if you stay out here.”

“Rather that than share a bed with you.”

“And you think I want to share a bed with you, either?”

“Then we’re both on the same page. I’m fine out here.”

“You are not fuckin’ fine out here. It’s shitting it down, for fuck’s sake, you could get a flu. Or worse.”

You hadn’t opened your eyes so you had no idea what his facial expression read. “I’m surprised you give a shit enough to care.”

“I don’t particularly, but I like your brother and I don’t want him thinking I didn’t at least try to get you to be sensible when it’s fucking biblical outside.”

“I’ll pass.”

Harry took a deep breath, and he muttered, “Bloody insufferable woman,” before he slammed the door again.

You snuggled further into the chair, shoving your hands under your face. You thought that would be the end of it, but no more than thirty seconds later the door swung back open. You pretended to ignore him, expecting a verbal taunt. Instead, all you got was scuffing noises.

Pushing down the urge to growl like he did at you, you squeezed your eyes shut and faked indifference at his huffy grunting. Until he dragged you out of the chair and hauled you into the cabin in three easy movements.

“What are you doing?” You demanded, scowling at him as he locked the door behind you.

“You can be as stubborn and petty as you like about this, but you are not staying outside in the rain. End of story.”

“I was fine!”

“You were not fine.” He folded his arms again. “Look at you, for fuck’s sake. You’re about five seconds away from catching hypothermia. You think I want that on my hands? You, of all people, needing my attention every day for the next five weeks? I don’t, by the way. I came here for a holiday, too.”

“I didn’t bring myself here to be a God damn burden to you, Harry. Don’t flatter yourself.”

“Why don’t you go and get in the shower, and maybe you’ll calm the fuck down.”

You inched closer to him. “Oh, I’m sure you’d love that. Me, following your orders like some sycophant.”

He took a step closer to me. “I would, actually. It might make you somewhat tolerable.”

“Get fucked, Harry.”

“Sounds like you need that more than I do.”

You produced a noise somewhere between a grunt and a squeal, and shoved at his chest once before you stalked away. “Prick.”

He hummed, entertained. “Try not to think about mine while you’re in there. I’m sure the sight of it has left you with enough to be desired.”

Too tired to argue with him anymore, you threw your middle finger at him over your shoulder.

Whether you’d been forced inside against your will or not, you really did want a shower before a permanent chill settled over you. You turned the water on and let it run hot. The second it swilled over your body you let out a helpless moan.

You stood stoic underneath it for an indeterminate amount of time, just willing your body to warm up. The day washed away from you, worries temporarily forgotten while you soaked up as much heat as you could. Oh, it was glorious. A shower had never been so rewarding.

After a while you realised you didn’t have any of your shower stuff with you, still locked in your suitcase, and you let out a huff. You surveyed what Harry had brought with him and spent too long debating whether it was socially acceptable to wash using your mortal enemy’s shower gel. You decided against it and would properly wash in the morning.

Taking another ten minutes, you decided you were ready to face Harry again and whatever bollocks he might throw your way. You found a towel and gave your hair a dry, then wrapped it around your body. You hadn’t thought this through in your desperation to get away from him.

You stepped out of the room with purpose and marched over to where Harry had abandoned your suitcase after dragging it inside earlier, and carefully picked your way through it to find your pyjamas and toothbrush. Without giving the man even the slightest glance, you locked yourself back up in the bathroom to change and clean your teeth.

“Forget your clothes?” Harry asked at your second reappearance.

“Why ask a question you already know the answer to?” You gave a roll of your eyes.

He sat straighter in the armchair he was settled into, “Why answer a question with another question?”

You ignored him. Instead you gave yourself the opportunity to actually take in your brother’s second home. You realised it was tiny. Like Tiny Home tiny. When he said he’d bought a cabin you thought he meant something like a chalet. But no, this was small. A kitchenette had been built into the right-hand wall by the front door with a fridge, a two-plate hob and a stainless steel sink. Two armchairs sat either side of a small birch table, and a double bed at the back of the room with a cherrywood wardrobe. A woven rug gave the space a homey feel, balancing the bare oak that gave foundation for the rest of the place.

A sinking feeling buried in you when you realised there wasn’t a sofa.

You rubbed a hand into your cheek, feeling slightly cheated by your brother and his wife.

“You look like you’re about to pass out.” Harry said into the quiet, all malice and jest lost.

“I feel like it.” You admitted, turning your stare on the bed. “I’m just tired.”

He cleared his throat and stood. “I sleep on the left.”

You refrained from giving him another eye roll and instead focussed on settling down. You left your phone on the dining table, plugged in to charge overnight, poured a glass of water which you drank in one long swig, and then returned to the bed.

“What are you doing?”

Harry had settled on the left side of the bed but with his head at the foot and his feet at the top. If he slept on the left, did that not completely defeat the purpose of his claim?

“Top and tail.”

“Yeah, no. Absolutely not.” You shook your head.

“Why not?”

“I am not giving you the opportunity to stick your foot in my face at any given point in the night.”

He kissed his teeth and sat up with a scowl. “Woman, you have got some major fuckin’ trust issues.”

“With you I do, absolutely.”

You waited until he was in bed the right way up before you slipped in yourself and turned the light off. The room was cast in darkness and your eyes struggled to adjust. You faced away from Harry on your side, wriggling to find a comfortable position, and you could hear him doing the same.

His foot was definitely on your side of the bed so you kicked it away. He then tried to take the covers off you, but you were quick to snatch them back. He let out a deep sigh.

“Can I have some of the quilt, please?”

“You’ve got some.”

“I have none.”

“Bullshit.”

He ripped the covers away again, and you fought the urge to squeal.

“Give some back.”

“You have some.” He said in the same tone you had.

“Harry.”

“What?”

“I’m cold.”

“You’ve just spent an hour using up all the hot water so I refuse to believe that.”

“What is your problem?”

“You are.”

You grit your teeth. Folding your arms, you scooted as close to the edge of the bed as possible without falling off. Arguing with him was fruitless, it just left you angry and wired.

Tomorrow, you resolved to find somewhere, anywhere else to stay. For now, you’d try to sleep uncomfortable and coverless.

Had you slept?

No.

For hours you’d imprisoned yourself on the edge of the bed, cold and coverless, hugging yourself in an attempt to keep warm, and squeezing your eyes closed just praying that sleep would come. But it never did. You’d think after the day you had yesterday it would be easy to just drop off. Why would it be that simple for you?

You knew it was light outside now thanks to the inside of your eyelids. You decided then to give up. Sleep wasn’t coming.

As you opened your eyes you realised how close to the edge of the bed you were. At the same time, Harry wriggled again, further onto your side of the mattress, and his knee nudged your backside.

Oh no.

Struggling to find anything to hold onto, your body tumbled over the edge. A panicked yelp tore out of you, followed by a grunt and a thud when you hit the floor.

“Ow.” You whimpered. You’d fallen on your front, knee and toe first followed by your head. You rolled onto your back and held onto your forehead as if it might stop the pounding you felt.

Laughter started, and your eyes flew open to find Harry hovering over the side of the bed, green eyes shining. You were, actually, somewhat offended by how entertained he was. If it was acceptable to hit people, you’d be hitting him.

“You alright down there?”

“No I’m not fucking alright, Harry.”

Your own anger made the throbbing in your head worse so you stayed on your back.

“Alright, was only a question.”

“This is your bloody fault - you’re a bed hogger!”

“Yeah? Well you snore!”

“Considering I didn’t get a single second of sleep last night I don’t know how you’ve landed on that conclusion, and I can only assume you’ve made it up to piss me off.”

“You were snoring.” He said in a flat voice.

“No I wasn’t.”

The throbbing got worse again, so you squeezed your eyes shut and took a deep breath. Then another.

“You’ve hit your head.”

If the thought of rolling your eyes didn’t make you nauseous you’d absolutely do it. “If there was an award for Best Observationist, you’d win it.”

“Do you need ice or something?”

His voice had changed and it somewhat startled you. You peeled an eye open again to find he hadn’t moved - he was still hanging over the bed. His expression, however, was neutral.

“Yes. Please.”

He gave a curt nod and then disappeared. You closed your eyes again, willing the throbbing away.

“There isn’t any ice.”

You refrained from screaming, knowing it wouldn’t do you any good. “Okay.”

“Here,” his voice was much closer, and he gave a little pat to your knee, “this might help.”

Peeling an eye open, he flashed a couple of boxes of painkillers. “Panadol.” Of course the man had branded paracetamol. The 95p boxes of Sainsbury’s own shoved in your kitchen cupboard looked shameful right about now.

“Extra strength. And that rapid relief ibuprofen.”

“You brought painkillers with you on holiday?”

He shrugged. “I’m here for a long time. Hangovers need encouragement to get fucked.”

You raised a sceptic brow. “And here I thought some magical mystery Nutri-Bullet recipe would be your saviour.”

“Funny.” He muttered.

Huh. How unlike him not to shove a witty rebuttal at you.

“Do you need help getting up or are you just gonna sit on the floor all day?”

Your scowl returned. “I’m fine.”

On shaky legs and with a fuzzy head, you grabbed the side of the bed and hauled yourself up. You weren’t sure if the sudden ringing in your ears was something you should be worried about, but you persisted.

Once sat, Harry handed you the tablet boxes and fetched a glass of water for you while you thumbed out two of each.

“Thank you.” You mumbled.

“Please and thank you in the space of ten minutes?” He goaded. “Sounds like you’ve got a concussion.”

“My parents didn’t raise me in a barn.”

He stood with his broad arms folded across his chest while he watched you swallow down four tablets, face a mishmash of irritation and something else. You refused to believe it was concern so you attributed it to frustration. You were just ruining his holiday the same way he was ruining yours.

You decided to finish the water, and then Harry took the boxes and the glass from you. You laid back down, shielding the room and your eyes with your arms.

“Sure you don’t need a hospital?” His voice was far away.

“Yes. I just need to close my eyes for a bit. I’ll be fine.”

He didn’t answer, and you were thankful. Any more talking and your head might have exploded.

You’d fallen asleep. While you hadn’t intended to, you couldn’t help but be grateful for the respite. There was no way you would’ve been able to do anything on zero hours sleep, so a few was better than nothing.

You sat up, noticing that you’d corrected yourself direction-wise on the bed and pulled the covers over you. You must’ve done it subconsciously.

The cabin was quiet. Almost eerily so. There was no sign of Harry anywhere. The only sign that he’d been there at all was his own suitcase tucked away in the corner. No sound came from the bathroom, and all you could hear outside was birds.

Birds. Not rain.

You scrambled out of bed towards the front door and hauled it open, but it was locked. Harry had locked you in. You found the key your brother had left for you on the table and put it to use.

It was glorious outside. Not a cloud in the sky, blue everywhere, green even more so. And it was warm. Summer dress warm. Your feet itched to go outside, but you knew you needed to take it easy. The headache hadn’t completely subsided, but it was tolerable. Barely there. A shower and some food would fix it.

You closed the door and locked it again, determined to start your day. Steadily.

You were about to head straight for the shower when you noticed it. A brown paper bag trapped under a pretty mug, and a jar of instant coffee wedged inside it. The mug lived here - you recognised it from Holly’s old flat. But the greasy brown bag did not. You noticed the letters GF scrawled on the front.

He remembered.

Warning bells started screaming inside your head as you plucked the bag out and opened it up. The smell of cooled buttery pastry wafted from inside, and you pulled out the biggest croissant you’d ever seen.

The message was clear as day. Eat and get some caffeine in you.

This was bad. Angry Harry you could deal with any day of the week at any time of day. You could even cope with jester Harry, because you gave just as good as you got. But this? Base-level concern? It threw you for a loop.

Regardless, you were starving. So you boiled the kettle and made your coffee just how you like it as you tore off pieces of pastry and gobbled it down. While you waited for your coffee to cool once your croissant was demolished, you took a quick shower.

Half an hour later you were out the door and feeling a hell of a lot better than you had done for weeks. You wandered down into the village, the sun a glowing comfort on your bare skin.

You had a mission today: alternative accommodation.

You kept an eye on your phone for patches of signal, and called your brother whenever you found some. He never answered. Part of you wondered if he was ignoring you, and if that was the case you were going to have a very big problem. He only ignored you if he was avoiding you.

And that wasn’t even your biggest problem.

“I’m sorry, we’re full.” The receptionist at the final B&B said with barely an ounce of emotion.

“The sign outside said you had vacancies.”

“I just sold the last one over the phone. Haven’t had time to change it.” She gave me a smile that didn’t touch her eyes.

You fought a petulant sigh. “Do you know where else I can stay? I’ve tried every B&B here and no one has any vacancies.”

“Why don’t you try an AirBnB.” She suggested with a tone dripping in sarcasm. “You young people seem to love those.”

Ah, so this was a territorial issue. You gave her a flat glare and left without another word.

Yet again, you found yourself in a rut. Your good mood had been successfully wiped away. Maybe you would check AirBnB, but the thought of spending another obscene amount on accommodation filled you with a sickly feeling.

Your phone started ringing, much to your surprise. Holly. “Is my brother ignoring me?”

“I don’t know, but if he was, he probably wouldn’t tell me.” She laughed, always a fan of your no-nonsense approach. “I thought I’d call since I haven’t heard from you. Did you make it there alive?”

“Alive is not the word I’d use to describe my current state. It’s also impossible to call someone when the phone signal is worse than a World War II air raid shelter.”

Holly cackled. “You’re such a nerd. What’s wrong?”

“Either you’re playing dumb to avoid my wrath or you’re very stupid.”

She gasped your name but she was most definitely entertained. “What do you mean?”

“Harry is here. Using your holiday home.”

An extended period of silence followed, completed with a breathy, “Oh… shit.”

Oh shit, indeed.

“Well,” she seemed to shake herself, “it can’t be that bad.”

This one was truly off her rocker. “Can’t be that bad? Holly, how many times have you been in a room with me and Harry at the same time?”

“Plenty.”

“Exactly. How many times have we had a fight whilst in said same room together?”

“Almost always.”

“Not almost always, just always. We. Do. Not. Get. On.”

“Oh, babe, I think you’re being a bit dramatic.”

“There’s only one fucking bed!”

Holly went quiet for a minute, and you realised you’d earned the attention of a few passers by. You sat down on a nearby bench, wary of the throb in your head getting worse.

“Are you okay?” She finally asked.

That set you off. You launched into your shitty day from yesterday, from the car breakdown to the taxi driver to hitting your head this morning. Words without breath had never left you so fast and the feeling you were rewarded with after was less than satisfactory. Deflation. Sadness.

“Oh, hun, I’m sorry. I didn’t know he was going.” You were certain she was lying about that last sentence but you didn’t interrupt her. “I’ll get in touch with Harry and tell him to rein it in.”

“I don’t need you to curb the man on my behalf, Hol. I can handle him myself. I just… I really wish he wasn’t here.”

“Do you want me to make him leave?”

A rare sight of guilt crept its way into the centre of your stomach. You battled the urge to say yes, because you knew if Holly asked him to, he would absolutely go. “No… hardly fair. He was here first.”

“Yeah but I bet you would’ve been if all those things didn’t go wrong yesterday.”

You grunted. You were supposed to arrive just before 9am yesterday morning, not close to 11pm. “Don’t make him leave. I’m a bitch but I’m not a complete cunt.”

“You’re not either of those things by any stretch. My friend just happens to know how to really rattle your cage.”

Ain’t that the truth. “I’m trying to find a B&B or something but they’re all full.”

“Oh, please don’t spend more money.”

“I can’t stay in your cabin, Hol. I didn’t sleep last night and that man does not know how to share a queen bed.”

“It’s actually a three-quarter bed.”

“Fuck off.” You groaned.

“Look, we wanted it to be as spacious as possible there. We didn’t anticipate two people who claim to hate each other having to share it. It’s for cuddling.”

That urge to smack someone reared its ugly head. “You’re ridiculous.”

She laughed from the back of her throat, and as irritated as you were it did make you smile. “Take a long walk, babe. If you’re in the village there’s a great ice cream place near the church that’ll make you forget all about He Who Shall Not Be Named.”

You rolled your eyes. “I can say Harry, for fuck’s sake.”

She screamed as if she’d been burned, teasing you.

“Shut up.” You actually managed to laugh. “Fine. I’ll go find some ice cream. But if they’ve got WiFi I will absolutely be looking for an AirBnB.”

She sighed. “Fine.”

“Do me a favour and tell my brother to stop being a wuss.”

“Oh, come on, you know he can’t handle your wrath. You can tell him yourself, anyway.”

You started looking around to see if they’d actually come up and were just loitering nearby to piss you off.

“What?”

“We were going to surprise you but I think you might murder us if we did. We’re on our way to you. My Nanna will be coming, too - we’ve got a table booked at the pub in the village.”

Unbelievable. “You little minx.”

One of the reasons Holly and your brother bought a holiday home in Scotland was to be able to spend more time with Holly’s family. While she grew up in London and has never left it, her mum’s side of the family are all in Scotland.

Holly giggled, obviously delighted with herself. “Sorry. We’re set to arrive in about two hours.”

“But where are you staying?”

“My Nan’s house.”

“Not got a spare room, has she?” You mumbled.

“I know you don’t mean that, but she doesn’t. We’re staying on her pullout.”

“Damn.”

“We’re gonna go straight there and then come to you afterwards, alright?”

You took a deep breath and stood up from your bench. “Yeah, alright. I’ll see you in a few hours, then.”

“Byeee!”

You were already making a beeline for the ice cream shop by the time she put the phone down.

It was a cute little parlour, like something straight out of a movie. Retro tiles covered the walls and floor in pinks and yellows, two long display freezers to the left full to the brim with every single flavour one could ever imagine. Tables spread across the right and spilled onto the street, and booths in the corner each had a miniature jukebox on top.

“How can I help you?” A man behind the counter asked, dressed in a full uniform complete with the little hat.

“Hi, um,” you gave him the best smile you could, even if you were overwhelmed, “do you have any gluten free cones?”

“Sure,” he gestured to the stand on the top with a variety of cones, from small to ridiculously large in size, “just this one.”

The cone in question was the most pathetic-looking of them all. You did your absolute best to hide your disappointment. “Great, then I’ll have one of those. Chocolate, please.”

“Which type?” He lifted a brow.

You realised then that there were about ten different chocolate flavours. “Er… which is the best one in your opinion?”

That perked him up. He spent the next five minutes listing off reasons why the chocolate and hazelnut flavour was his most popular of all his options.

“I guess that’s the one I want, then.” You forced another smile.

“Coming right up.”

Something made you shiver, but it wasn’t a gust of wind or the freezers you stood by.

“At least try and act like you’re excited about it.” A deep voice murmured, far too close to your ear for your liking.

You practically hissed and took a very purposeful step away. “Jesus, Harry.”

He laughed, but the sound wasn’t spiteful like it usually would be. “Only you could make ice cream seem rubbish.”

“I don’t think ice cream is rubbish,” Was your only retort. You just wished gluten free cones didn’t look so fucking sad.

The owner handed you your cone and you paid him in cash. “Do you have WiFi in here?”

“Sure. Password’s on the wall up there.” He pointed at a laminated sign, and then turned his attention to Harry. “Hey, aren’t you that guy?”

Your cue to leave.

While Harry had an awkward conversation with the parlour owner about which guy he was, you connected to the internet and took a seat on the patio outside with your back to the sun. A satisfied hum left you at the warmth on your skin. You concentrated on demolishing your ice cream before you made a mess of yourself.

Unfortunately, Harry decided today wasn’t the day he was going to leave you alone. He sat down opposite you with a three-flavour cone, the colours unsettlingly unnatural. He looked uncomfortable, and this time it wasn’t because of you.

“What on Earth is that?”

“This is a masterpiece.” At least he could still behave like an idiot even when he’d been ‘spotted’.

“It looks disgusting.”

You watched him with a deep-seated discomfort as he shamelessly licked around his cone. Unfiltered moans came out of his mouth, but you were certain he was acting up for your benefit.

“What flavours are they?” You just had to ask.

“Mint chocolate, bubblegum and ginger.”

“Ginger?” You almost choked on a hazelnut. “Sir, you have a serious problem.”

He laughed again, that same obnoxiously easy sound as before. “Did you just call me sir?”

“I did and I immediately regret it.”

He made a noise, an amused squeak of sorts. “Why did you look so horrified by yours, anyway?”

You shifted in your chair, having just popped the end of the cone in your mouth. You glanced over your shoulder to make sure the owner wasn’t listening, pleased to find him distracted by a large family. “The gluten free options for cones was utter shite.”

“How so?”

“Well, he only had one type, and it was poxy as shit.”

He snorted. “I thought it looked small. I don’t imagine it being a lot of fun.”

You were immediately reminded of the croissant he’d picked up for you. You knew that you needed to say thank you, even if it did feel like taking a punch in the gut. “Thank you for the pastry.”

He paused mid-lick as if you’d just spoken a foreign language. He looked ridiculous and almost child-like, green eyes wide and pupils so narrow thanks to the sun they were barely visible. He rescued a drip before he made a mess. “Welcome. How is your…” he tapped his temple.

“Yeah, better.”

“Good.”

You returned to silence, and you got busy looking for a new place to stay. The options were… lacking. You knew the decision to go away during the school holidays would be a silly one anyway, but you wanted the heat. You wanted a summer holiday. Not a cold and wet one. But at such late notice in an area with limited options to begin with, all that was really left were large houses for groups of ten or places miles and miles away that would cost yet more money to travel to. The only other thing you could think of was buying a tent and pitching up on a nearby campsite, but you fucking hated tents and camping.

As time wore on and Harry’s ice cream disappeared, you noticed him growing more restless. You glanced up a couple of times to find him with his head down, but you eventually figured out the source of his discomfort. He was shooting looks at something over your shoulder while constantly readjusting his ball cap.

You straightened in your seat and twisted yourself slightly to get a better look.

“Don’t turn around.” He muttered without looking at you.

You frowned. “Why?”

He never gave you an answer so you did it anyway. A couple of tables over someone was doing a very bad job at hiding their phone.

For God’s sake.

“Do you want to swap seats?” You offered.

He gave you a startled look, and admittedly you were surprised at your own suggestion. “No.”

“You sure? The back of your head is way less appealing than the front of it.”

You could see the confusion spread across his face and you wished immediately that you could take your words back. He was too wound up to mention it now, but you knew he definitely would in the future.

“They’ve already got about fifteen minutes worth of pictures, there’s no point moving now.” He huffed and readjusted the hat on his head once more, eyes downcast.

You pursed your lips in thought. After a moment you readjusted your seat so that you were hopefully positioned right in the way. Harry gave you a blank look, eyes still darting to the people behind you.

“Do you want to go?”

“Not particularly.”

You knew what he meant. He shouldn’t have to leave just because other people didn’t know how to behave like normal human beings.

A minute later the table behind you stood and left, so something had at least worked.

“Thank you.” He said it so quietly you nearly missed it. “Your lack of subtlety was almost entertaining.”

You weren’t offended by that. You hadn’t meant to be subtle. “I know we don’t get on but I respect your privacy. You should’ve asked them to delete it.”

“Then it just makes me look like a prick.”

“But you are a prick.”

He broke into another laugh. That laugh that held no malice or spite. The one he’d only debuted today. Then he slid back to stoicism. “I’ll be all over the Daily Mail again tomorrow anyway.”

Something weird happened. Anger materialised in your chest, and it wasn’t an unfamiliar feeling in the slightest. What was unusual was that it came on Harry’s behalf. Usually you felt this way because of Harry, not for him.

You cleared your throat. “It’s okay to tell people to fuck off every once in a while, Harry.”

“Not when you’re me, it isn’t.”

“It is when people don’t know how to set boundaries.”

“Don’t worry about it. Seriously.” He readjusted his cap again and sunk further into his seat. “Not the first time I’ve been spotted on holiday.”

“With a mystery woman, no less.”

He snorted. “Sorry in advance.”

“For what?”

“You’re about to become the most interesting person on the planet. I’d privatise your Instagram.”

“It already is. Nor is it very interesting.”

“Just… I don’t know. I know what they’re like.”

“You think I give a shit what a bunch of people on the internet think about me?”

“I don’t know, maybe.”

“Have I ever given a shit what anyone else has thought about me?”

He tipped his head. “No.”

“Exactly.”

“It’s their boundaries I’m worried about.”

“Don’t be. If those pictures do make it anywhere, I’ll have no problem telling the next person to fuck off if it comes to it.”

The smallest smile tugged at his lips. “Then I really hope for their sake that there isn’t a next time.”

You hadn’t left the parlour until you’d come up with a solution to your living arrangement. It took longer than you’d like, but eventually you settled for the only option; in two weeks you’d let Harry have the cabin and move into an AirBnB a few towns over. A bungalow this time with a very big bed. You’d had to fork out a deposit since it was a booking of more than 7 nights, which put another lovely dent in your bank balance. You were really trying not to think about it.

Harry hadn’t passed comment when you told him. He just gave a blank stare and a curt nod, which was very unlike him. When it came to you, he’d never had any problem parting with his opinions.

You’d been ambushed on your way back to the cabin by your brother and Holly. After changing and freshening up you all walked down to the pub together to meet Holly’s Nanna. You had met her at the wedding but only briefly. Your brother and Holly’s special day had been somewhat dampened by the fact that Harry materialised again whenever you forgot about him and ended up drinking yourself into an early bedtime. The next morning you were rewarded with the worst hangover of your entire life.

Nanna was amazing. One of those larger than life women who weren’t afraid to drop the c word a couple of times without so much as batting an eyelid, and using Malibu as an excuse for a good time. You’d been seated on a round table which relieved you to no end. You were sandwiched between Nanna and your brother which meant there was a decent amount of distance between you and Harry.

“I need you to tell me something.” Nanna patted your arm, giving you her full attention.

It was like being addressed by royalty. “Anything.”

“I hear there’s a story about your brother involving nappies and toothpaste. A serial offence. He won’t tell me and Holly conveniently doesn’t know about it.”

You gave your brother a look.

“Please don’t.” He begged.

“But Nanna asked so nicely.”

“You’re about to embarrass me in front of the man I work for?”

You don’t look at Harry. “It’s not like you haven’t managed that all by yourself on previous occasions.”

“Yeah, don’t stop on my account.” Harry coughed, battling laughter.

“Great, we’re all on the same page.” You grinned. You turned back to Nanna, “Once upon a time, my little brother had to sleep in a crib and wear nappies just like all the other babies. He was cute, it should be said. I have a picture on my phone somewhere of him running around the garden with no clothes on.”

Your brother rolled his eyes and sunk into his seat with a scowl. Holly gave him a patronising pat on the shoulder.

“Anyway, beside the point. Like most toddlers he was an absolute tyrant, compared to me - I was an angel.”

“Hard to believe.” Harry muttered.

“Aye,” Nanna shot him a look. She’d been smitten with him all night until that point.

“Don’t worry about it - we’re in an ongoing feud.” You brushed the matter away and continued with your story. “During his reign of tyranny, he adopted a very obscure but passionate obsession with toothpaste. Colgate Cool Stripe only - no other product lived up to his expectations. It all started when, one day, our mother accidentally used adult toothpaste instead of the toddler stuff. An uphill battle began.

“Any time he had to clean his teeth, he’d try and use Colgate instead of the kiddy stuff, and mum or dad would fight with him until he surrendered in a screaming fit and had a toothbrush forced into his face hole.”

Someone sniggered, and your chest inflated. Making people laugh had always pleased you.

“His addiction got so bad, one night he managed to escape from his cot and into Mum and Dad’s bathroom. They found him on the floor with an empty tube and Colgate smushed all over his cute little face. Hours later he had a terrible accident. I won’t go into graphic detail since we’ve just had our dinner.”

Nanna started laughing, a throaty and hoarse sound. Given the amount of times she’d excused herself for a cigarette, you attributed that habit to the unique noise. “And this happened more than once?”

You nodded. “They tried locking it in the cabinet a few times, but he’d always find it. Eventually they changed tactics and just bought Aquafresh instead.”

Nanna hummed and gave him a pointed look. “I’ve always thought you were a picky bastard.”

“Nanna,” Holly gasped, shaking with laughter. She leaned her forehead against her husband’s shoulder.

“I can’t be that picky if I ended up with your granddaughter.”

Holly threw her hands up. “Does anyone else want to bully me today? Between that and being called very stupid I think I might have room for one more insult.”

“Your shoes don’t go with your dress.” Nanna said.

After a beat of silence, the table erupted into laughter.

The waiter returned to offer dessert, which you would usually forego since pubs rarely tended to offer gluten free choices without putting up a fight. You’d learned to live a sad, dessert-less existence. But everyone else was having one so you succumbed to peer pressure.

“What ice cream flavours do you have?”

“For the sundae?” The young girl asked with a confused frown.

“No, I’m coeliac so I can’t have it.”

“Oh,” her cheeks turned pink, which was not your intention, “sorry. Um, just the usual flavours, then.”

Neopolitan.

“Great, can I have two scoops of chocolate.”

“Sure.”

She was very quick to hurry off. Something bothered you about that whole exchange but you couldn’t put your finger on it.

“Aren’t you bored of chocolate ice cream?” Harry asked, but he was fiddling with his napkin rather than looking at you.

“Never.”

Holly kicked his leg under the table but you pretended not to notice.

After the bill was settled, which Harry tried to sneak off and pay for without telling anyone, you bid goodbye to each other and sent your brother, Holly and Nanna off together in a taxi. The waitress hadn’t stopped giving you wary glances ever since you asked for ice cream, and you still couldn’t place what went wrong. You might have been a little short with her but it wasn’t meant with any malice.

It didn’t really dawn on you what was wrong until you were walking up the hill to the cabin with Harry.

A curdling feeling in your stomach had you feeling very queasy very quickly.

“Oh no.” You mumbled, keeping your gaze on the grass below you. Your vision swung and you struggled to keep your balance.

“What’s wrong?” Harry asked, turning back to you. He’d been a couple of metres ahead of you for the entire walk so you didn’t have to force a conversation.

You sat down on the grass to keep yourself gravitated, but it was no good. You weren’t nauseous because you were dizzy, you were dizzy because you were sick.

You spent the next ten minutes vomiting into the bushes.

Harry had kept a relative distance from you while you were sick, only handing you a bottle of water when you seemed to give up the last of your stomach contents and take a big breath.

“Are you okay?” He asked in a cautious voice.

Unattractively, you swilled your mouth out and then necked the remaining contents of the bottle. “Yeah, fine.”

“What happened?”

“I think something went wrong at dinner.”

“What do you mean?”

You gave him a levelled look, trying to communicate with your eyes. It seemed like a ridiculous idea considering you could barely communicate together with words, let alone silent glances.

“Ah… did it say gluten free on the menu?”

You nodded.

“Did you tell them?”

You shook your head. Sometimes you liked to put faith in humanity and believe you’d be fine putting yourself in the hands of others. When you were dining with practical strangers, making a fuss about your condition made you feel like a twat, so you kept quiet about it. Now you wish you’d said something.

“Are you gonna make a complaint?”

You shook your head furiously and readjusted yourself to sit back on your arse rather than your knees. “Happens all the time, sadly.”

“That girl knew they’d fucked up, didn’t she?”

“You saw that?”

“I saw you looking at her a lot after the ice cream thing.”

You made a strange noise. “It is what it is. I don’t blame her for not saying anything. For all she knows I could be going home unscathed.”

“But you’re not.”

“Don’t worry about it, Harry. I’m not into making a scene.”

“You could’ve been seriously ill.”

“I know that.”

“If you don’t tell them they fucked up, how are they going to know to stop it from happening to someone else in the future?”

You took a deep breath and looked up to the sky. You and Harry had made progress today, on some weird level, but this was not part of that progress. “Fine. I’ll do something about it tomorrow.”

“No you won’t.”

“Leave it alone, Harry!” You finally snapped. “How I handle my health issues is none of your fucking business, especially when you haven’t got a fucking clue what it’s like to have them. Just drop it.”

His jaw ticked. “Fine.”

He disappeared up the hill and into the cabin without so much as another word.

You collapsed onto your back and let a tight sob wrack through you.

You contemplated what the fuck you were doing. This holiday had been nothing but a shit show from start to day 2 and you didn’t want to do it anymore. You should’ve gone home this morning. You’d refused to quit so early on given how long it had been since you had any real time off, but the universe was clearly working against you and you wished you hadn’t bothered.

As it always did, a second round of vomiting ensued, and you were back on your hands and knees hacking up bile while your stomach protested. You cried more as you threw up.

As the convulsions subsided you collapsed onto your back again, but the smell of it was starting to affect you. Slowly, you stood on shaky legs and attempted to make your way up to the cabin.

You hadn’t realised, but Harry was standing at the top of the hill wearing a frown, hands shoved into his pockets. When you caught sight of him you were ashamed. You knew what he’d said came from a good place, but it just really ground your gears when people who had no idea what it was like tried to tell you how to handle it.

He made his way back to you and silently placed his hand on the small of your back. It was warm and unfamiliar, but you couldn’t work out if the trembling from you was because of that or because you were just sick.

“How much more did you see?” You asked, helpless.

He gave you a startled look, like he was shocked to hear you so vulnerable. “Enough.”

You sighed and kept your gaze on the floor, trying not to fall over.

“Do you have any medication or anything?”

You shook your head. “It doesn’t really work like that.”

Once you got to the cabin you headed straight for the bathroom and changed into your pyjamas. You then poured yourself a glass of water and took it to bed with you. You were asleep within seconds.

You slept through the night that night. When you woke you felt a shit-ton better than you had the night before, and it left you with a smile on your face. You wriggled your legs and toes underneath the sheets and stretched your arms.

You realised the bed was empty, but when you peeled an eye open it was obvious Harry had slept on his side at some point. You sat up to an empty room. There was no sign of Harry, again.

You didn’t know much about Harry’s daily routine but you would put money on him being an early morning runner. You shivered at the thought.

He appeared whilst you were in the middle of your second round of toast. It was the only thing you could think to try and stomach after yesterday’s disaster. Harry was in regular clothes, not running attire. You owed yourself a fiver.

“Ah,” he paused at the sight of you eating toast, and limply lifted his hand. The same greasy brown paper bag rustled in his grip.

“Don’t be shy.” You patted the table after swallowing your mouthful. “I’ll still eat it.”

“You’re that hungry?”

You couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s what happens when you’re forced to empty your entire stomach contents.”

His nose wrinkled. “Right.”

You took a sip of coffee while he made himself comfortable in the seat opposite you.

“How do you feel?”

“Well, I slept the night through and didn’t hit my head this morning which is a major improvement on yesterday.”

“That’s something. Do you feel right enough to go out?”

“If I weren’t on holiday I’d be right back to work, Harry. No rest for the wicked and all.”

“Is that a yes, then?” He cocked a brow.

“Yes, Harry.”

“Okay. I was gonna go down to the lake… it’s really warm out.”

“Are you telling me, or is that an invitation?”

He picked his pastry apart. “Both? I don’t know, it might do you some good.”

Concern? From your nemesis? This was bad. “Oh, don’t go coy on me, Harry. It doesn’t suit you.”

“Knew I shouldn’t have bothered.”

“That’s more like it.”

His mouth lifted at the corner for the shortest fraction of a second.

“Is it pebbly or sandy?”

An olive branch.

“Both?”

The worst kind of lake beach, then. “The type that calls for a special type of shoe.”

He grimaced. “I know.”

“It’s fine. We make do.” You pronounced, and stood from the table with your dirty things. “Give me 20 minutes and we’ll go.”

“That alright?”

You peered up at the man blocking the sun with a pinched look. He stood before you in a faded white t-shirt and board shorts, holding an ice cream cone with a single chocolate scoop on top.

“As long as it’s the right cone, it’s perfect.”

“I double checked.” He promised as he handed it to you, and then sat with his own.

This was day four on the beach by the lake. While you and Harry spent the time there together, you did your own thing. He spent most of his time in the water like a fucking fish, and you spent yours on a towel with a book and enough food to feed the 5,000.

You’d found a tolerable medium with Harry. In the day you gave each other your needed space, and at night time you tried not to touch each other in bed. Or smother each other. So far it had worked well.

You hadn’t seen Holly or your brother since that night at dinner. They’d actually been visiting for a relative’s birthday party and had already gone home, leaving you and Harry to suffer together.

“I think you’re running low on your special bread.”

You snorted and covered your mouth. ‘Special bread’ made you sound like some kind of escaped lunatic.

“I don’t know why I said it like that.” Harry shook his head. “But the fact remains.”

“We’re running low on a lot.”

“Maybe we should go shopping.”

You groaned. This is what your life had come to: grocery shopping with a celebrity.

“I’ll make it as painless as possible.”

“Where even is the nearest supermarket?”

“I don’t know - I went shopping on the way here.”

“So did I.”

Has there ever been a more ridiculous conversation?

Harry found his phone and checked for signal, soon letting out a soft sigh. “Five weeks without WiFi was a stupid idea.”

“Ain’t that the truth.”

You decided to check a map on the notice board outside the public toilets on the lake site and decided there must be a supermarket in the nearest town. Harry drove you out into the Scottish countryside following his sat-nav’s directions to the closest town.

It was a little odd being in the same car as him. While your brother’s work relationship and subsequent marriage had brought him into your life for many a family gathering, you’d never found yourself in quite such a confined space as this. Apart from the bed situation. You were certain he was being quiet on your behalf, because silence was better than small talk. The decision to go shopping had proven that much.

“Unbelievable.” He muttered the second you entered the supermarket.

You followed his nervous gaze to a man with a camera doing a shitty job at hiding. “Go back to the car if you want to.”

“Hardly fair.”

“Being uncomfortable isn’t fair.” You insisted. “Go take a drive and be back here in half an hour. I don’t mind.”

He sighed and handed you the list you’d prepared before leaving. “I’ll be back.”

“Yes, please don’t use this opportunity to abandon me here.”

He smirked. “Don’t put ideas in my head.” He took his wallet out of his pocket and handed you his card. “Use that.”

You frowned at it, and then him in turn. “I don’t mind paying for it.”

“Pay with my card and then send me half when you find signal or internet or whatever.” He turned away, but threw, “Half an hour,” over his shoulder.

You had to take a moment to collect yourself. Now you weren’t grocery shopping with a celebrity, you were using one’s credit card.

Before you started your shopping, you had one more thing you had to do. Stalking the man who was stalking your reluctant companion was easy because he didn’t try very hard to be subtle. You tapped him on the shoulder.

He spun around with a bewildered look on his face. “Yes?”

“Delete them.”

True to his word, Harry returned half an hour later with a confusing smile. “Guess what I found.”

You let him take the bags out of your hands to shove them in the boot of his car. “What?”

“A fucking Costa.”

“No way…”

“Yes way.” He grinned.

“Where?”

“Literally around the corner.” He thumbed in that general direction. “I got two ‘cause I didn’t know which one you liked.”

“As long as it’s got coffee in it, I’ll consume it.”

Sure enough, two starkly different iced coffees sat in the cup holders in his central console.

“Which one do you want?” You asked. He did buy them after all.

“I don’t mind. You choose.”

“Please pick one.”

“No.”

“Harry.”

“Fine.” He plucked one at random and started drinking as he pulled off. “Happy?”

“Yes. Thank you.” And you meant it, too.

Silence settled between you again as you slurped away at your coffee. It was comfortable this time. You put the window down and stuck your arm out to feel the breeze through your fingers.

“Do you ever wonder how we got so…”

You looked over at him with a curious expression, but he never finished his sentence. “What?”

Harry shook his head. “Never mind.”

“Oh, come on, Harry.” You poked his arm. “You’ve never been one to mince your words in front of me before. Don’t start now.”

His lips twitched with a smile, but it was quickly replaced by something else. A kind of sad contemplation. “I don’t want to ruin a rare nice day.”

Now you were the one struggling to find words. Animosity was just the default practice for you and Harry when you were around each other. After so many years of battling over often ridiculous things, he was right. This was a rare nice day. You hadn’t argued once. Come to think of it, you hadn’t argued at all since the day you were sick. That little spat on the hill was the last one.

But curiosity ate away at you. What was he going to say that had the potential to ruin your good time? Knowing Harry, it could be any number of things.

“I promise I won’t lose my shit if you tell me.”

His face lit up with amusement, but he never laughed. “Shouldn’t make promises you can’t keep.”

Right there, in that single moment, you were reminded just why the world had an obsession with the man sitting beside you. Even in the blandest setting, Harry Styles looked like the man who would promise you everything you’ve ever wanted and be able to deliver it to you. The man who held enough charisma both on and off stage for a hundred other men. The man with pretty eyes and pretty pink lips. The man who looked damn good whether he was clean-shaven or harbouring two weeks of scruff like he was now. The man who would spoil you to no end, who would give you a life of comfort and stability, who would drop everything at a second’s notice to be yours. Fuck, he looked like the man who might even die for you.

You’d seen Harry in love and the man gave his whole fucking heart and soul to the person he was with. His inherent attractiveness was just a bonus.

“Tell me, please.” You tried again.

He considered it for a moment, chewing the inside of his cheek. Eventually he sighed, “Do you ever wonder how things managed to get so bad? Between us?”

Ah.

A loaded question, indeed.

“Do you want the honest answer?”

He glanced your way, jaw suddenly tense. “I don’t know.”

“I don’t tend to wonder about it because I haven’t forgotten at all how we did.”

“Walk me through it.”

“Are you sure you want that?”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from the most honest woman I know.”

You were biding your time, mulling over your response. Perhaps this would ruin your nice day, but this was the most open conversation the two of you were ever going to have. Not talking about it would be both a missed opportunity and a disservice to yourself.

“Okay. You’re not going to like it, though.”

“I didn’t expect to.”

You took a deep breath. “The first time I met you didn’t go at all how I expected it to. In hindsight I guess, to you, I would’ve just been a footnote. Your friends have other friends you probably meet all the time and I was just one of the next hundred. Holly and my brother had only just started dating, but Holly and I got on so well we started doing things together as friends without him. She invited me to lunch with… you know, the usual suspects.”

He nodded once, slowly. The usual suspects he wasn’t speaking to anymore for various different reasons. You didn’t keep tabs on Harry’s life by choice, but Holly and the internet provided more about it than you cared for.

“Maybe you were just young. Or maybe there was something different that I just missed or didn’t understand, but you weren’t at all like I expected you to be. Everyone - my brother, Holly, my parents -, everyone said you were amazing. ‘The nicest boy you’ll ever meet’. And sure, you were nice. Charming, even. And you had everyone’s undivided attention, including Holly’s. And mine. But Holly’s more so.

“That girl loves you. And I watched her love you up close and personal and it was amazing and beautiful and I really wanted her to give just even a portion of that love to my brother. And she did, but it didn’t come without a fight.

“I didn’t care that you spent most of that lunch ignoring everyone else at the table. Or maybe I did. I just knew that you only cared about Holly’s undivided attention and she had no quarrels giving it to you. There was a time I thought you might be secretly in love with each other,” you laughed at the reminder because it seemed stupid now, “but when I brought it up with her she laughed so hard she cried and then pretended to vomit.”

“Damn,” Harry produced an offended laugh. “Didn’t know I was that repulsive.”

“Anyway, it didn’t stop her from loving you. Never has. Soon after, I spent a week with her and my brother in Spain on some all-inclusive thing. Before you ask, I was forced to go. Being a third-wheel is absolutely not my style.”

He chuckled. “I didn’t think it sounded like you.”

You shook your head. “Not at all. Anyway, I watched Holly send constant photos, messages, gifs, any and all digital media to you while we were on that holiday, cataloguing the entire thing. I don’t think you realise how many times I heard oh Harry’s gonna love this. But what got me is you never replying to her. Not once. Her phone screen was just a sea of blue messages against a backdrop of silence. At one point I considered she’d got the wrong number, but then you texted her the day we left with something really dull and generic and I really wanted to hit you.”

“I don’t remember this at all.” He admitted, face paled.

“That doesn’t surprise me. You’re a busy man. I reminded myself of that a lot to start off with, but the whole thing became a recurring pattern. Maybe you think I’m stupid and it’s a bit of an overreaction for it, but I’m quite observant when I want to be. You’re Holly’s best friend, even if she’s not yours. Every time she says it, it’s like she’s been given the greatest gift in the entire world. And she’s such a bright, incredible person. She’s my best friend. Not just because she’s married to my brother, but because she’s the best person I’ve ever met and nothing will ever change that.

“Over the years I’ve watched countless messages and phone calls from her to you go unanswered, seen her face turn down with sadness when you don’t call her back or text out a reply. She deserves more than that.

“I’ve noticed you do it to my brother, too. I know he works for you so maybe it’s not the same, but it’s safe to say that in their house, Harry Styles isn’t a name that lights up their phone screens very often. Ever.”

Harry fidgeted a little and cleared his throat. “All this time I thought I’d done something to you.”

“No. Worse. You continually managed to upset my best friend, even if you didn’t know it, and in turn you upset me.”

“Then I’m sorry.”

“It’s not me you need to apologise to, Harry. She’ll never admit that she’s hurt by your silence because she doesn’t want to lose you. This is why we’re so very different. I don’t hang around for people who don’t appreciate the good they have in their life. I’m a good person, and Holly is an even better one. She deserves more than your attention when she’s only sat in front of you.”

“You’re right. I’m an idiot.”

“Yes you are.”

His lips twitched again. “The next time I’m in the village with signal I’ll call her. Promise.”

“Don’t promise me. Promise yourself, and her. One day she might snap and decide she doesn’t want to wait for months at a time to hear from you. Because hearing about you through my brother doesn’t count.”

“I know. I get it, I really do…”

“Good. Now, my turn.” You let out a long breath and turned in your seat. “Why do you hate me so much?”

“I don’t hate you-,”

“You called me both insufferable and intolerable in the space of five minutes when I got here.”

“Let me finish.” He said, exasperated. “I don’t hate you, I’m scared of you.”

“Calling someone intolerable because you’re scared of them doesn’t make any sense.”

“Well, let’s put it this way. While perhaps you were right, at first I thought you were just another friend of a friend who’d made an appearance for uncertain reasons, it became apparent very quickly that you weren’t going anywhere. It also became very apparent that you were not my biggest fan. That first lunch was one of a kind because you barely said a word. Every other time after that, which I now realise happened to be family-oriented, you hardly shut up.

“I’ve always noticed it. You command the attention of everyone in the room. You’re a storyteller. You could turn an anecdote about a trip to the petrol station into a fairytale. You give everyone in the room your undivided attention, and when I realised you never gave it to me, well… safe to say I was wounded. Holly talked you up to high heaven. Your brother loves you. My own mother loves you even though we don’t get on.

“There’s something about you. And the fact that the only attention you ever gave me was a dirty look or a snippy remark made me petty. So I started giving it back, and I think the more I did it, the more I lost sight of the kind of person you actually are, because I only focused on the side you showed to me.”

He turned into the driveway of the cabin, and you thought he was done. But when the engine shut off, he said one last thing.

“In one of your many little outbursts you said I’ve got a severe case of oosoom syndrome. I never bothered to look it up because I didn’t want to know what kind of idiot you thought I was, but it’s just clicked.”

“Out of sight, out of mind.”

He nodded and turned to you with a calm gaze. “I get it now.” He wasn’t just talking about the idiom.

“Good.”

The rain was back and heavier than ever. The ground surrounding the cabin was a swamp, the hill that led down to the village was indiscernible thanks to the downpour, and the day was dark and moody. Inside the cabin it was muggy and humid and you felt ridiculous sitting at the dining table in a vest and denim shorts, but you were.

Harry sitting opposite you looked more rugged than usual. His hair was pulled back with a clip, his stubble was shifting into a beard and his clothes were wrinkled.

“Hmm…” He gave an obnoxious tap on his chin.

You rolled your eyes and sunk into the seat. “Just put me out of my misery and show me your cards.”

He laughed, peering at you with a lightness in his eyes that was so unfamiliar it almost had you shell shocked. “Fine.” He placed his hand on the table showcasing his win.

It was day three of this charade. It hadn’t stopped raining and all you’d done was cycle between card games and Monopoly. He always won. You were so fed up of him winning that this was the last straw.

You stood and swiped his hand off the table so that they landed in a flurry on the wooden cabin floor.

“Hey…” he pouted.

“That was childish of me, I’m sorry.” You groaned, and crouched down to pick them up. “I’m so bored, Harry. I think I’m going mad. We don’t even have a TV. We’re in the middle of nowhere with a pack of cards missing the Ace of Spades and Queen of Hearts and an old beat up Monopoly box with half the properties missing.”

He blinked at me. “I know this. I’ve been with you the whole time.”

“Sorry.” You muttered. “When I’m frustrated I just state the obvious.”

“But I thought that was my job.”

You rolled your head back and sighed at the ceiling. “I need to do something. Anything. I don’t want to sit in here anymore. I need air.”

“It’s pissing it down.”

“I’m aware. You have a car… just humour me for a bit. An hour tops.”

“You want me to drive you around for an hour? In a smaller space than we’re already in?”

“Okay, fine,” you sat back down in your chair and attempted to plead with the normal side of him, the non-celebrity side, “what if… when me and my brother were little and we went away with Mum and Dad, if the weather was crap like this we’d get in the car and drive to the nearest supermarket. And we’d have lunch in the cafe and then do a bit of shopping and then come back. And we’d all get one thing to bide the time before the weather got better again. Why don’t we do that?”

A smile was forming on his lips. “You want to try shopping with me again?”

“That prick and his fancy camera won’t be going back there, trust me.”

His eyes narrowed. “Why, what did you do?”

“Nothing you need to worry about.” You patted his hand. “Please, Harry. Rescue me from insanity.”

“Fine, but only ‘cause you asked so nicely.”

“Yay!” You stood and clapped your hands together. “I’m gonna change.”

Half an hour later you were back at the supermarket in the town over and ready to find as much new entertainment as possible.

“Do you think we should buy them a TV?” Harry contemplated aloud as he stood in front of a large flatscreen.

You gave him a scrutinous look. “And put it where?”

“Good point.” He sighed. “We’re missing Love Island.”

You barked a laugh and carried it down the aisle with you. “That is not what I expected you to mourn over.”

“I’m full of surprises.”

You found your way to the games and books. “Can we get a jigsaw puzzle?”

“Why are you asking me? Get whatever you want, mate.”

You perused the options with as much interest as a car fanatic in a vintage car garage. “Farmyard or harbour? Or circus? Or mountains?”

“Whichever will keep you occupied for the longest.” He said absently, moving down the aisle to the board games.

The circus one had the most pieces and highest level of difficulty, so you plucked the box off the shelf and followed after him. “Have they got the Game of Life?”

He started laughing but never answered you.

“Oh,” you pouted, tapping the spin-off version that was much shorter and way less entertaining.

“Bop-It?”

“When I was little I completed that.”

He raised a brow at you. “Can you even complete Bop-It?”

“Yes,” you snatched the box off the shelf, “and I will prove it to you when we get back.”

“We’ll see about that.” He whispered, smirking. “We need an actual board game.”

You gazed over the options with the same level of interest as the jigsaws. “You choose. I’ve picked the last two.”

“Absolutely not, I’ll only pick wrong.”

“What’s your favourite?”

“Cluedo.”

“Then get Cluedo.” You pointed at it and walked away.

Two hours later and three books heavier you were back at the cabin and starting your jigsaw puzzle. You and Harry sat on your claimed sides of the table, box lid propped against the window and a selection of snacks between you.

“Where the fuck is the fourth corner?” You grumbled, digging through the box like a cat in a litter tray.

Harry glanced at the box lid, then at the jumbled selection of tiles, and plucked it out without hesitation. “There y’go.”

You blinked at him. “Is there anything you’re not good at?” You pinched it from him and placed it in the relevant corner. “Thank you.”

“A compliment and gratitude? It is a good day.”

You stuck your tongue out at him.

“I’m not very good at the splits.”

That made you laugh, right from the back of your throat. “Have you tried?”

“Many times.”

“For what purpose?”

“I had a thing for my yoga instructor once and she was convinced I could do it so I kept trying just to impress her.”

“My God, you are a sap.”

“Pathetic, isn’t it?”

“It’s nice to know you failed at something for such a pitiful reason.”

He gave you such a megawatt smile you had to look away. “I’m just like any other boy.”

“I can’t believe you had to try hard to impress anyone. It almost doesn’t seem natural.”

“You make me sound like a robot.”

“I don’t think you’re a robot. I just think sometimes things seem to come a little too easily to you. Skills. Work. Friends. Women. Probably men, too. Some of us have to try really hard to get those things.”

“You have friends. A good job. And I refuse to believe people aren’t interested in you… romantically.”

You lifted a brow at him. “Refuse?”

“Are they not?”

“Have you ever known me to be ‘romantically’ involved with anyone?”

“Yeah, that lad you took to your brother’s wedding.”

Colin.

“He’s gay.”

“Oh.” He scratched his nose. “I wondered why he kept eyeing up one of the groomsmen. Your cousin?”

“Also gay.”

“Have you never had a boyfriend?”

“Not since school, no.”

“Have you… are you… you know?”

You gave him another raised brow. “You’re not seriously asking me that.”

He rubbed his hands down his face and groaned. “I’m sorry. Ignore me.”

“Just because I haven’t had relationships, doesn’t mean I’m a virgin, Harry.”

The tips of his ears turned pink. “I think we’ve gone a bit off track here.”

“You’re tellin’ me.”

He slotted a piece into place next to one of the corners. You slotted another one in after that. The pattern repeated itself, in silence, for the next twenty minutes.

“When do you go to your AirBnB?”

You met his gaze with a calm expression. “Six days. Five nights.”

“Okay.” He said as he stood. “Are you hungry enough for dinner yet?”

“If you are, we can eat.”

He gave a stiff nod. “Okay.”

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"hocus pocus"

-Old man!! I've been looking everywhere for you! What the fuck did you do to my phone or why can't you answer one of my fucking calls? Fuck! and you even blocked me from Instagram!-

I was finally going to get rid of this from my grandfather Jackson's body, it was the longest week of my life! Two weeks ago I was cursed by that fucking witch who fucked me when I was drunk at a college party, I'll never have more than one girlfriend in my entire life! I'll be a single guy for a while!

For a couple of years, I'm living with my grandfather, when I started university I had to move in with him my parents couldn't afford an apartment for me so my grandfather offered to stay in my dad's old room, that would be great I didn't I would have to pay nothing and I could dedicate myself to going to the gym full time! I won a football scholarship! And the semester hadn't started in a long time, for me every day was amazing, well I was doing bad in most of my classes but besides that everything was great in my life before I got cursed by that bitch!

She met my grandfather once I brought her home to fuck her in my room, in fact, he was there too when he threw his "hocus pocus" on me and my grandfather, finally, I will stop being a bag of farts! after begging him every day to return to my body he finally agreed to change us back!

Hey Josh! You came at the right time! I was about to get out of the water- my grandfather slowly got out of the pool and stretched out his long legs to remove the rest of the chlorine from the collection as he modeled some pretty flashy blue shorts that I would swear are brand new I would never wear something that small!

-Get changed quickly in the car, we're going to go to Jessica's house so she can reverse this and finally get everything back to normal.- Before drying off with the small towel I had on the edge of the pool I grab what used to be my phone, text for 2 minutes, and completely ignore myself.

-sorry for screwing you at first! This is the best thing that could have happened in my life

My grandfather pulled those tiny shorts down to his knees and with the same towel began to dry between my balls and on my butt. After he threw that same towel my face slowly dressed in my black pants AND that new jacket he wears everywhere.

-I'm not going to waste any more time with this lie, I'm not going back to that garbage bag I used to call a body, don't worry about college I'm out of that shit anyway with your GPA you were probably going to fail the whole year! -

-Whatever! We can talk about it in the car but I really need you to get in right now!-He finished getting dressed and looked up and down in the mirror on my cell phone to fix his hair and I suspect take some pictures.

-I know you'll do well! you know my credit card number and the government sends me my pension every day, forgive me for the last charge of the motorcycle, I will send you money as soon as I settle in another city.-

I had almost forgotten what it was like to be young and not overweight and over 70 years old, now I saw the slim and muscular body and a lot of lustful thoughts invaded my mind.

I should be angry but the curse fucks my mind more every day. I couldn't take my eyes off his chest and abs sticking out of his jacket as he got on the parked motorcycle.

-I know that now I'm not very smart but one of my new admirers says that I could earn a lot of money on the internet and that I could even leave all this shit behind, don't worry I'll be the one to contact you.-

-I know that in all aspects my body is shit! But I hope you enjoy your little dick as much as you can, I know it can be very sensitive if you touch it in the right place, believe me, you'll like it- I couldn't answer him because after saying that he started the motorcycle.

What am I supposed to do now? Well… Probably the first thing I should do is take this towel to a more private place, I'm sure it still has a bit of the smell on it!

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aphroditesmoon · 1 year

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reverie

jock!jacaerys velaryon x reader (modern au)

summary: He just wants you to be his.

warnings: nsfw, smut (minors dni!!), social anxiety

a/n: today I give you himbo jace. tomorrow? who knows? thank you for 400 followers! <33 ♡⁠˖⁠꒰⁠ᵕ⁠༚⁠ᵕ⁠⑅⁠꒱

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You curse loudly as you are met with Jace Targaryen's leering face behind your locker door when you slam it shut.

"Oh sorry, didn't mean to scare you." You doubted it. The football team was known for being absolutely menaces, the only thing they took seriously was their coach and games.

You release a sigh and shook your head. "No it's fine, do you need something?" His smile appears at your question.

"Not really, just wondering if you're coming to the party at Aegon's tonight, it's to celebrate our big win." If it were anyone else, you'd tell them to go play with their own balls and leave you alone.

But it was Jace. You didn't know him that well, but having being his literature tutor last month for pre trials, you found him much more tolerable than the other guys on his team, a little dense at times, but genuinely trying his best.

"Oh, well, I don't know? I mean I wasn't even at the game-"

"You weren't at the game? Didn't you get the ticket I left in your locker?" He asks frowning and concerned.

"I did! but I had this pop quiz the next morning and needed to study, so I gave it to my friend instead. But thank you for the ticket, really." He nodded understandingly, seeming to calm down.

"ah that makes sense, I tried looking for you in the crowd and I thought you didn't get it when I didn't see- oh! but you know what you could do to make it up to me for missing my game?" he immediately cuts himself off excitedly like a golden retriever.

His smile was infectious and you found yourself mirroring it. "What?"

"If....you came tonight?" He cringed at his words and his eyes looked at yours pleadingly.

You sighed heavily before nodding and almost immediately he hooted out loud scaring off freshmans walking by.

You swear and shove your hand againts his mouth to shut him up. He pulls your hand off and holds it instead of letting go, revealing his never dimming smile. "I promise you, it'll be fun, and I'll be waiting so don't bail on me."

You told him you won't as you flash him one last smile before walking to your class.

°°°

The party was loud. And as the stench of alcohol filled your senses, you almost walk out and drive back home just because. But you promised Jace.

He finds you as soon as you walk in, Shouting your name over the blasting music and pulling you through the sweaty dancing bodies to the pool table.

He hands you a drink thats been by the side of the table as you came, it seems that he has been waiting for you like he said he would.

That warmed your heart.

"I'm glad you're here! This is punch by the way, I know you don't drink." He states. You gift him with a soft smile and thank him for it as you down the punch in one swallow.

You notice how his hand hasn't left yours still and decided you quite like the feeling of his skin on yours, if not for the feeling of safety in this animal barn of drunk humans, then for how soft his hand is.

He introduces you to his cousin Aegon and her sister Helaena, you've seen both before, though Aegon, in your memory, has sat on the bench more than played on the field, not that he ever looked bothered by it, always having fun taunting and making fun of his teammates from the side.

Helaena was undeniably well known. For her high marks in exams and active roll in animal care clubs. You've even dabbled in a bit with donating money for dog shelter funds hosted by her.

They both greeted you kindly, easily slipping in and out of conversations.

"So...you two a thing?" of course this was from Aegon.

Jace was defensive and told him to 'shut you square face up' , still not letting go of your hand and in fact holding it tighter.

You laugh and told him it's fine, calming down the angry chihuahua of a boy next to you.

"We're good friends, I was his tutor for Lit class last month, it seemed that understanding Hamlet wasn't his strong suit."

This fished a smile out of him as he poked you playfully and you pushed him back.

"Oh who can understand that Shakespeare dude? He's always going on and on about graves and apples and shit-"

"I don't think he's talked about apples so far Aegon." Helaena countered swiftly making Jace burst laughing with you.

"Apples? Are you sure you've been reading Hamlet or Snow White? You dumbass."

You choked out laughing and squeezing his shoulder as Aegon swore he's read something about apples in Shakespeare's works.

"Please Jace, you know my brother can't even read children's book, unless it's the picture ones." A voice you didn't recognize speaks behind you. Aemond Targaryen appears, walking to sit by his sister.

"Shut up you ass kisser." Aegon snapped and sulks. You and Helaena giggles at the sight and Jace pulls you to sit by him at the opposite couch, his hand releasing your grasp only to move itself around your waist.

The action made your breath quickens as you struggle to remain composed.

You take Jace's own drink from his hand chugs it. "Alright then, your welcome I guess." He murmurs raising his eyebrows at you.

You grin and apologizes as he waves you off, a hand moving to brush out a strand of hair out of your face.

You immediately look away to distract yourself before your face has a chance to turn red.

Your eyes meets Aemond's gaze who have already been looking at you.

"[name], I think I've seen you before, we have Chemistry together don't we?" He asks, breaking the stare first.

You nodded and give him a smile. "Yeah we do."

He hums as you confirm it, then he points at you and Jace. "You two together? He's your boyfriend?"

"No they're just fucking." Aegon replied before Jace got to.

"We're not-" Jace stutters as you glare at Aegon. "Why don't you go back to your snow white pictures books loser."

Aegon gasped and told you to shove it before pretending to cry on a pillow as Aemond snorted while Helaena genuinely thought her brother was crying.

"We're not dating-or fucking. We're just friends, I tutored him for Lit class last month." You could not keep having this same conversation to be honest.

He nods and smiles softly at you. "So that means you're not seeing anyone then?"

Oh so this was where this was going.

You blinked at him as realization hits you.

"Um, well no-"

"Actually, [name] isn't dating anyone for now because she needs to focus on studying for her college trials exams in November." Jace cuts you off, a little too loud.

You looked at him suprised, you didn't remember telling him about your trials exams.

You shrug off your doubts, assuring yourself you must've forgotten, and turned back to Aemond. "Yeah, he's right." He wasn't, you never had a no dating rule for your trials exams, you simply didn't care for Amy of the dogs I'm your school.

"Oh, well- that's unfortunate." You didn't question what he meant by that as you got up and excused yourself to the bathroom.

You didn't need to pee at all, but here you were sitting in a toilet booth for 3 minutes straight before even thinking of coming out.

You had fun talking to the Targaryens, though at this moment you were reminded of why you'd often avoid parties.

You couldn't stand the alcohol stench making you want to puke, and the loud music making your ears ring until you want cut them off. The sweaty body of people standing and dancing too close to you was definitely not helping either.

You'd suffer through a few more hours at least before you'd left for Jace, but hopefully you won't have to repeat this night.

As you walk back to the poker table, the amount of people there was double than earlier. You stumble back at the unfamiliar faces crowding the table. They were listening and laughing at Jace's story on the day they won the game.

You were sure they had heard this more than a few times, but the girl sitting on your place with her arm linked around his certainly didn't look a bit bored by it.

You have a sudden impulsive urge to pull her by her hair off your seat but of course, you knew better.

You feel a wave of disappointment, and even sadness, take over you, as you reel back from the view and walk to the pantry for a drink.

You decided you'd stay here for while, it was less noise and crowded than other places, and you won't seem much like a lonely loser if you had the excuse of needing to refill your punch.

You were shaken out of your thoughts as Aemond appears with an empty cup in front of you.

"Hey you." he greets, sending you a small smile. You smiled back as you give a small hey.

"What're you doing here instead of sitting with your little boyfriend?" he teases.

"He's not my boyfriend, and I'm refiling my drink." You replied lamely. He of course, could see right through you. "Right, because refilling your drink takes 10 minutes." You crack a smile at his sarcasm and playfully punch his arm as his own grim widens.

"No I just - I just don't like big crowds, it makes me uncomfortable" He hums at your explanation. "yeah me too, but it's more of a 'i don't like people' kind of uncomfortable instead of 'they make me anxious' kind, y'know?" You let out a short laugh at that nodding at him.

He asks you how you got to be Jace's tutor, and you told him about how the teacher paired you as his mentor after seeing him fail continuously because of his football games taking over his time in classes. The two of you talk for a while, you ask him about how close his and Jace's family are, and he indulges you with embarassing childhood stories of him and his siblings.

A particular one about Jace accidentally kneeing aegon on his balls while trying to teach him football really got you. He told you that Jace even offered to have Aegon kick him back.

He did of course, but just for fun, not because he was pissed or anything

He was halfway through the story of how Aegon and Luc once hid Jace's clothes when he was in the shower and they made him chase them through their yard buttnaked as a 12 year old, when you feel a hand on your shoulder, shaking you out of your laughter.

You were suprised by Jace standing behind you. He had a worried expression that quickly turned relieved when you smiled at him.

"There you are, you didn't come back to the table for a while, I got worried." He spoke softly as his hand wrap around your shoulders.

"Oh yeah, there were so many people, so I just sat here for a while, I was just talking with Aemond so don't worry, I'm fine." You reassure him.

As his eyes take in Aemond's presence in front of you, the two stared at eachother for a second before breaking their gaze.

Aemond announces he needs to go make sure no one's ransacked his room to have sex yet and attempt sleep in this havoc and you two said your goodbyes.

You didn't have time to turn to Jace when he pulls you by your arm towards a guest room by the kitchen and closes the door the moment you enter.

At first you thought he was going through one of those irrational male rage moments. But the he immediately turned to you and apologized for grabbing you.

"It's loud as hell outside, and you don't seem to like being around people and all." He explains.

"oh yeah" You were secretly grateful for his thoughtfulness, it was nice to have the noise muffled out.

You get comfortable as you sit crossed leg on the bed and squeals when he jumps on.

He lays on his back and starts rolling towards you until he's next to you and with his back on the bed.

"So, you probably regret coming, don't you?" You frown at him and shook your head.

"I had fun, Jace. I'm glad I got to meet your cousins, Aemond even told me some interesting stories of you when you were kids." You tease wiggling your eyebrows.

He groans and curses his cousin before turning away to his other side, hiding his face from you.

You only laugh, indulging in his humiliation.

He turns back to you, his eyes reading your face.

"What else did you guys talk about?" He asks.

"Oh, nothing interesting, we didn't talk long at all."

"Yet you were gone quite long?" He says it like it's more of a statement.

Before you can say anything, he asks again; "Do you like him?"

His question took you by suprise. Your eyes widen in bewilderment.

"..No? I- why would you think that-"

He gets up and copies your sitting position as you two faces eachother.

"I- I don't know, you came with me, and the. you just, left? And I find you with him, I mean, I'm not like mad, I just- If you like him it's fine-"

"Well I don't." You snapped.

"I did come back to you but you were already getting comfortable with some girl in my seat, of course I'd go somewhere else!" Your outburst has him reaching out to put his hands on your shoulder, an attempt to calm you.

"Some girl? Who- wait, you mean Baela? [name], she's my cousin" He explains gently.

You feel embarrassment slips in as your face reddens. "God's sake how many fucking Targaryens are there in our school, do you guys roam around like a clique or something." He bursts out laughing shaking his head, making you blush harder if it's even possible.

You wait until he finishes laughing, joining him in againts your own will.

When he finally calms down, He looks at you with a glow in his eyes, hard to decipher.

"I don't like anyone besides you."

Your heartbeat quickens.

"I- I know, you'd probably prefer someone, more, smart, better than whatever I am, but you have always been the only person for me. I really, really like you." You could hear how nervous he was in his voice, and your own is stuck on your throat.

He was undoubtedly one of the most kindest, responsible, sweetest person you knew. The type of person to always put your needs over his, the type to make sure you'd get home safe and wouldn't mind wasting his time to assure it.

And the fact that he thought he wasn't good enough for you made you feel that maybe it was you who didn't deserve him.

The silence between you drowned him I'm anxiety. He starts stuttering and apologizing, moving to rise from the bed, and as you awaken from your daze, you pull him back down closes your mouth with his, his soft lips, and cherry tasting tongue, an ecstasy you let yourself revel in.

He moans and pulls you closer and you take the initiative to climb on his lap, placing your legs on each side of his hip. His hand grips your waist the free one holds your face like glass he's afraid to shatter.

You prove his theory wrong when you grind on his crotch, earning a groan. He tightens his hold on your hips snakes his hand from your face to your hair, pulling it back to expose your neck to him.

You let an unholy moan as he bents his head to leave kisses and marks on your throat, sucking at the sensitive spot under your ear. You feel yourself move harder on his growing hardness, craving some sort of friction.

You pull on his hair as he moves lower to the valley of your breast. Releasing his hold on you to rip through the middle off your dress making you gasp.

"This is a new dr-"

"I'll buy you a new one right after" He promises.

Your argument dies on your lips as he lifts you by your ass and lays you on your back.

He curses and you feel him rub himself on your thighs as he stares at the bare state you're in. You feel the urge to cover yourself but he pulls your hand away when they try to move in front of your chest, and pins them on top of your head.

His hold on your hands remains when he starts to kiss down your chest, Licking and kissing your breast before taking a nipple in your mouth. You whine and thrash in his hold as he sucks and licks you in like a baby in hunger. As he moves to give you other tit the same treatment, one of his hand frees yours as it moves down to grasp your wet, red and marked tit. Squeezing and rubbing your wet nipples, torturing it.

He lowers himself until his face is at your level and kisses you hard, a bruising kiss, as his tongue plunges in your mouths to meet yours. He fails to restrains himself from biting your bottom lip, triggering a whine from you when he sucks the tinge of blood from it.

You feel tears well up at your eyes in desperation and need for him to touch you somewhere else.

"Jace please, oh god" You arch your back in pleasure and frustration when you feel him finally release your breast from his mouth. Moving lower and spreading your legs as you watch him, dazed, as he levels his fave with your cunt.

"God you're so fucking beautiful, my sweet girl. All this for me?" He swipes a finger through your fold and you moan erotically.

He wastes no time diving in your pussy, licking you like a cat, tasting you as he holds your thrashing legs apart.

Your hands meet his hair as you pull his fave deeper in your cunt, grinding and riding it with no shame, His name a prayer falling from your lips over and over.

Begging for your release, he takes pity as he plunges two fingers into your weeping core, pushing in and out as you clench tight around it.

He swears at how tight you were, adding a third finger away as you cry out of the fullness.

"If you're this tight on my finger, I wonder how you'd feel around my cock" He breathes out, in awe of how your cunt welcomes his fingers.

His mouth joins his hand as he starts sucking on your clit, switching with licking long stripes on it, making you scream out his name as you grip his roots so hard he might get bald.

You feel your orgasm nearing as he sucks harder on your nerves and thrusts his fingers faster until squelching noise of your wet pussy attacked by his big fingers were heard.

He groans at the sight of your pussy clamping down on his fingers as you cry out in pleasure, squirting out all over his hand, cum splattering some on his face.

He waits until your breath slows down before he likes your cum clean from your pussy and wiping his face with his knuckle and licking that too. Rising over your spent body, he shoves three fingers in your mouth. "Suck." A demand so dominantly said, you would've thought he was a completely different person from the sweet Jace you knew of.

You oblige willingly, tasting yourself on him as he eyes you intensely.

He pulls his fingers out and replaces it with his tongues as he close the gap between you two in a fiery passionate kiss.

You wrap your arms around his neck as his kiss turns softer.

He pulls away gently and a smile broke into his face.

"Does that mean you'll go on date with me?" He whispers as he boops your nose, making you giggle.

"I would love to go on a date with you Jace."

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BARRIER PT: 2

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Pt: 1 Pt: 3

Summary: Friday arrives, and Raph is more than happy to listen to you this time around.

Warnings: Swearing, smoking, dark humor and mentions of toxic family members.

Requested: Nope!

GN Reader!

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Friday couldn't have come fast enough.

You excitedly made your way up the stairs of your apartment complex, unlocking your front door.

You shed off your work clothes, changing into a much more comfortable pair of sweat pants and an old sweater. After grabbing a soda from your fridge, you shoved the sugary drink into your pocket, grabbing an extra one for Raph, you climbed up the fire escape outside your bedroom window.

Once you were on the roof, you set the soda you grabbed for your new friend ontop of the wall, sat on the ground, lit a cigarette, and so started the waiting game.

You looked out at the New York streets as you waited for Raph to arrive. You waited for around fifteen minutes, and began to grow anxious.

Was he actually gonna show up? I mean he wasn't obligated to, you were just someone he'd met once on a rooftop afterall. But he had said that he would show, and he didn't seem the type to back out of a promise...

You lit another cigarette, straining your ears for any sign of Raph. Hearing nothing, you cracked open your soda and took a sip, a dissapointed sigh escaping from inbetween your lips.

Just as you had finished your second cigarette, and were about to up and leave in dissapointment, you heard the soft thump signaling to your new friends arrival.

"You there, (Name)?"

You smiled to yourself, a sense of relief washing over you at the sound of his voice, "Yeah, I'm here Hotshot. what took you so long?"

You heard him sigh and the pop of a soda can, letting you know he had grabbed the one you had left for him, "My brothers wouldn't leave me alone. Had to wait a bit 'till fearless wasn't payin' attention to leave."

You hummed lowly, lighting another cancer stick, "Fearless is Leo, right?"

"Yeah. but, hey, enough about my family, we're talkin' about your old man today."

You took a drag of your cigarette with a dark chuckle, "Where do I even start." you muttered, "Let's see, my dad always was kind of a hardass, he's an ex-marine and he ran our house like a military operation. Mom left when I was 12, she was sick of Dad's shit. The bitch didn't even try to get split custody, just left. After that, Dad got worse."

You took another drag from your cigarette and continued, "He got real strict, I wasn't aloud to do anything. He had control of my whole life, my wardrobe, my friend group, my schedual. Everything."

"If something went wrong, it was always, always my fault. Even if I was at school when it happened. And I always believed him when he daid it was."

You snuffed out your cigarette, "I dropped out of highschool at 16, then moved in with a friend, anything to get out of there. Eventually I made enough money to move into my own apartment. I tried to go no contact with my old man, but somehow the bastard found my phone number and started calling me- I guess I just never had the balls to cut him off again."

You leaned your head against the wall, a low sigh sounding from inbetween your lips, and a lone tear falling down your face. You wiped your eyes with a chuckle.

"Damn." Raph muttered, "He doesn't know where you live, does he?"

"Why, you worried, Hotshot? But to answer your question, I don't think so. If he did he probably would have showed up before now."

Raph huffed, "Well that's good, if he ever shows up here, let me know, I'll take care of it."

You laughed, shaking your head, "Listen, Karate Kid, if he ever shows up here, I'll take care of it myself."

"Hey, if you ever need any help, I'm always in need of a new punching bag."

"Chill out, Raph." you said, giggling, "But if I ever need you to fight someone for me, I'll let ya know."

How long the two of you sat there and talked you had no idea, the only thing you knew was that you wanted it to last as long as possible.

You heard Raph sigh, "Listen, Shortstack, I gotta get goin' otherwise fearless'll have a heart attack."

You breathed out a laugh, "Shortstack? You don't even know how tall I am."

"Not many people are taller than me, call it an educated guess."

"Whatever, Hotshot. See you next Friday?"

"Yeah, next Friday."

You stood up and brushed yourself off. Picking up your empty soda can, you made your way back over to the fire escape, not knowing that a pair of candy green eyes were watching you go.

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APPLE TV'S THE BUCCANEERS (2023). all sentences were taken from the buccaneers trailer and episode one of the show. mentions of pregnancy and old fashioned society. change pronouns, names and locations as you see fit.

“I will not be a caged bird. I will fly free.”

“I am not here to be a wife. I am here to live.”

“I want to be loved for who I am, not for my money or my connections.”

“I am not afraid to be myself.”

“A woman’s place is wherever she chooses to make it.”

“I am not ashamed of who I am.”

“"Girls, have you not noticed? We're not them. We're Americans. When did we ever care what people think of us?”

“We have a history of being fascinating. It's time that they learn from us."

“I know you come from a country where the people aren't burned by rules of propriety but in this country, that behavior is quite inexcusable.”

“Girls, here is to marriages,men, parties. Not particularly in that order.”

“Girls I generally meet don't think or talk so freely.Or so passionately.”

“Woman: Imagine not realizing, you're in the presence of a duke.”

“But I don't want him to marry me because he has to, I want him to marry me because he adores me.”

“Conchita's not someone that goes unnoticed. She's like the sun.”

“Oh, God, Nan. She's a miracle.I get drunk on her.”

“Oh, of course you have no interest at all in being admired.”

“Shall we swear on it in blood or champagne?”

“Jean Hopeleigh makes her debut this week at the Queen's Ball.”

“Oh! Oh, girls, you can't imagine what a toll pregnancy takes on your dancing.”

“This place is a pit full of snakes. Watch you don't get bitten.”

“Perhaps at the ball tomorrow, you could try not to attract attention.”

“Speak to every man there, but only use short words because we don't want to confuse anyone.”

“What if they look at my baby the same way they look at me?”

“How am I supposed to get people to notice me with her?”

“And actually, Nan doesn't even like any of this, the lords and the titles and so on. She thinks it's all silly.”

“Here, they just hate us for a different reason. And it's my job to be noticed.”

“Mother is forever standing up for you and putting you ahead of me.”

“Mother wanted to avoid a scandal.”

“Uh, I'm sorry. It's, um, rare, I believe, to be able to talk so freely with a... With a person you know so little.”

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moonswolfie · 7 months

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Rice Ball Rival

Timeskip!Osamu x Onigiri shop owner!Reader

My first multi-chapter work!! I really hope I do well and it seems a little daunting but I'll do my best😤❤️ Also yeah, it's only 5 chapters long because my brain cannot to dedicate itself to anything at all

I will warn you, I use swear words occasionally

Time for some enemies to lovers now ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

(I actually had to research onigiri flavours and fillings, still might not be the most accurate, so if anyone happens to know more about onigiri or japanese cuisine in general don't be afraid to correct me 😊)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4 / Part 5

CHAPTER 1: It's just buisness

"One kombu and one ume onigiri coming right up!" you yelled happily, placing the food on the table. You went back behind the counter, smiling happily, watching the customers dig into the food from the corner of your eye.

It always makes you indescribably happy to see people enjoying your food. Whether it was your friends, loved ones or complete strangers.

It was really close to closing time right now and the two ladies were the last people at your place before you're closing up shop as scheduled.

As you were putting away some kitchen appliances, you overheard the two ladies talking.

"See, I told you it was good!"

"Yeah, but like, the umeboshi ones are WAYYY better at Onigiri Miya."

There it is again. That wretched Onigiri Miya.

The thing you least expected after finally opening your own onigiri place was for a completely new place to open a year after yours. In your area, too. At first you really didn't pay too much attention to it, but then people started talking about it in your restaurant and you even lost some loyal customers to that mysterious onigiri place.

You sighed, cleaning the kitchen counter with an old shirt of yours. It's only natural that some will prefer one place over the other if they're in the same area, but it made it tougher for your buisness to stay afloat. And that's never a good thing.

You'll never forgive the person who owns Onigiri Miya for stealing the precious old lady who came in for onigiri every so often, though. Or any other customer for that matter.

Hideaki, your employee, yelled from the exit that he's leaving and you yelled bye back. You're always the last one left in the restaurant, which is obvious since you're the owner, but it always felt a little depressing seeing the place completely empty.

You worry that this might become your fate if Onigiri Miya keeps stealing your customers.

"We're done with our food! Thank you!" you heard one of the ladies yell, and you exited the kitchen to see them off, thanking them for visiting.

As you watched them exit through the door, your smile faded. You returned to your tasks when they were completely out of your vision.

You cleaned up anything else you had time for, changing into normal clothes and then locked the place up. The final step was switching the sign on the door from open to closed. You smiled at your restaurant, your pride and joy, one last time before turning around to go home.

Only to find a flyer for Onigiri Miya when you turned the corner.

...That asshole. Advertising their own place right next to yours?! That's playing dirty!

If you weren't pissed before, now you are. You're getting sick of hearing about it everywhere and now you have to look at it on your way home, too?

You know what, you don't have to look at it. You ripped the flyer off the lamp post, about to tear it to shreds when you noticed something. Onigiri Miya closes one hour after your place.

Even if you wanted absolutely nothing to do with Onigiri Miya, you did end up becoming curious as to what their onigiri tastes like. You hesistated. Should you go to Onigiri Miya, just to test out their onigiri? It would satiate your curiosity, but you would be giving your direct competitor money.

You're free today, so you do have the time, but is it worth it? What if something happens? Surely not... You stood there, staring at the flyer for a few minutes.

Sighing, you decided to take the plunge as you walked further down the street. It'll just be one time, and then never again. Then you'll go back to being competitors. If anything, this is intel on your opponent.

Besides, they don't have to know who you are. Soon, you found yourself in front of the restaurant, taking a deep breath. The entrance had a big "Miya" kanji written on it, so there was no way anyone would mistake the place for something else. It looked quite homey, atleast from the outside.

You walked in, immediately hit by the scent of onigiri. It's a scent you're very familiar with but it's always so invigorating when you smell it. It feels like home to you.

"Welcome!" you heard someone yell from the kitchen. That quickly reminded you that you're in enemy territory. You acted like an innocent customer, sitting down at the table and browsing the menu inconspicuously. Huh, they have some interesting fillings here.

Maybe you should, uhhh, get inspired by some of them and add them to your menu. If they can steal your customers, you can steal their fillings, right? Since you're supposed to be a normal customer though, you should probably stop grinning mischeviously at the menu.

You heard someone's footsteps approaching and you looked up to find a surprisingly buff man around your age with black hair and grey eyes looking down at you.

He had an apron with the Onigiri Miya logo on it so he must be an employee at least. "Welcome, what wouldya like ta order?" A Kansai dialect, huh? He must not be from here. Not that it matters, you have onigiri to order.

"I'll have the ume one, and one nori tsukidani one." you decided to prove the lady from your shop wrong and try a completely new flavour that's not yet on your menu while you're at it.

"Got ya." he smiled at you, walking back behind the counter and into the kitchen. When he left, you looked back at the menu, comparing it to yours.

It's got quite a bit of variety, but if the variety came at the expense of the flavour then you wouldn't be losing so many customers. What a frustrating thing Onigiri Miya is.

You quickly got lost in thought, thinking of how to improve your menu and new onigiri fillings. So much so that you didn't even notice the plate of food being placed in front of you.

"...Are ya good?" the mystery guy asked, looking at your spaced out expression with concern. You quickly snapped out of it, assuring him you're fine. That was embarrasing, but he's just some stranger that you'll never see again, right? Since this restaurant visit is a one-time thing. So no worries.

One thing you noticed right off the bat is that the rice balls here are bigger. But that's just because the guy's hands are bigger.

You picked up the umeboshi-filled rice ball, blowing on it to cool it down before taking a bite. Wow, you hate to admit it, but this actually tastes great. The rice is nice and firm and isn't overcooked and the sour flavor of the umeboshi compliments it well. There's a good amount of filling, too.

You furrowed your brows, staring at the rice ball. You're really mad that it's this good. Normally you wouldn't be mad about good food, but this is your direct competitor we're talking about.

Suddenly, you feel inspired to improve your recipes, to change up your menu, maybe even branch out. You devour the rest of the ume onigiri, not wanting to let the amazing flavour distract you from the sudden burst of inspiration.

You quickly reach for the nori tsukidani-filled rice ball, taking an experimental bite immediately. The onigiri has a rich, complex flavour to it. It almost makes you jealous of the owner of this place, and you hate it. It's not that you don't think your onigiri can't possibly compete with theirs, but the fact that you now know that people's claims of Onigiri Miya being better aren't unfounded only fuels your desire for revenge.

You swallowed the onigiri with vigor, walking over to the counter with fast, determined footsteps. You're so taking out your cookbook when you get home.

The guy behind the counter seemed to notice your strange expression. "Seriously, are ya good? Ya scarved down those onigiris like yer goin' through an intense break up." he asked half jokingly.

"I assure you, I am perfectly fine." you fiddled with your wallet, taking out your credit card and placing it on the table.

"If ya say so." he took it, handing you the bill. And they're fairly priced, too! Dammit, Onigiri Miya! You simply can't wait to best them now. As you walked out, already planing the next 20% off promotion, you heard an employee approach the man at the counter.

"Miya-san, where do I take these boxes?"

Wait... but this means....

He's the owner?!

Idk how it happened but I got an error and lost a big chunk of this fic and had to rewrite it (T_T)

Sometimes I hate tumblr istg

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Always Meant To Be...

Ransom Drysdale x reader series Part 18/?

<Part 17<

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Warnings: 18+ readers only, swearing, Ransom's family being assholes, Linda being creepy/nice, Walt/Richard being mean to Ransom, reader being called a whore, reader defends Ransom (again)

For the first time in his life, Ransom was excited to share some good news with his family, and it wasn't just because he was looking forward to the chaos that was bound to erupt from it. He was genuinely happy. Happier than any of his family ever have been and it wasn't because of money or being treated like the spoilt rich kid he once loved. It was because he finally had your love.

"Hey," You placed your hand on Ransom's knee as he put the car into park. "You good? You seem, nervous?" You asked.

He nodded. "I guess I kinda am..." He let out a nervous chuckle. "I've never had anything like this to tell them before. I guess, although I know what's going to happen, I'm kinda excited to tell them." He sighed. "Stupid, right?"

You shook your head. "No, Ran, it's not." You smiled at him. "They're your family and telling them should be an exciting moment... If they were normal."

The pair of you chuckled.

"At least, Harlan, will be happy." Ransom smiled as he laced his fingers with yours.

"Yeah. And, I'm sure, Wanetta, will be." You smiled back at him before leaning over and kissing him.

Ransom nodded and let out heavy sigh. "C'mon, lets get this over with, shall we?"

The two of you got out of his beamer and walked around to the front where Ransom took a hold of your hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it making you roll your eyes as you blushed. You walked up to the front door but before you opened it, Ransom stopped. He reached up and held the back of your head as he crashed his lips against yours.

You wrapped your arm around his waist as you gladly let his tongue assault yours, moaning into his mouth.

The door suddenly open and Linda stood their with a scowl. "You're starting to look like one another." She said as she looked you both up and down.

You looked down at your clothes and chuckled, you hadn't even realised toud put a sweater on similar to what Ransom was wearing.

"Good job we're both fucking hot then." Ransom smirk as he pushed past his mother and entered the house pulling you close behind him.

"Your grandfather says you've got something to tell us. What is it?" Linda asked as Ransom helped you take your coat off.

Ransom rolled his eyes and pulled his own cost off. "Can't you wait five minutes? Fuck, I need a drink." He pressed a kiss to your cheek before going off into the kitchen.

You looked at Linda as she silently stared at you, "I'm not apologizing." You said firmly.

Linda's brow furrowed, "For what?"

"For the other day." You said turning to face her.

"Oh, the cunt thing." She raised her eyebrow at you with a smirk, creeping you out a little.

You nodded.

"Sweetie, I wouldn't expect you to..."

You frowned at her, trying not to throw up in your mouth. Sweetie? "Excuse me?"

"You have some balls, speaking to me the way you did. There's not many people whom get away with it." She said as she stepped closer to you. "And there's not many people who defend my son like you do. Nor care about him. And there's no one who loves him like you, either. That's why I'm fine with how you spoke to me, Y/N. You put me in my place and it showed me how you really feel about him."

You gulped and nodded. "He didn't deserve to be spoken to like that."

Linda sighed. "I know you probably think I don't love my son, but I do. I'm terrible at showing it. I hate showing it, makes people weak... But I see with you and Ransom, it only makes you stronger... I've never seen Ransom love anyone the way he loves you." She turned with a smile and left you alone in the hallway stunned.

You don't think you'd ever seen Linda smile. You didn't think she could with how much work she'd had done.

Ransom walked out of the kitchen and stopped in his tracks, not expecting to find you stood where he left you. "Beautiful?" He walked up to you and handed you your drink. His eyebrows shot up as you effortlessly knocked your drink back in one. "What's wrong?"

You shook your head and looked up at him. "Your mother... smiled."

Ransom's brow furrowed, "Did her face crack?"

You shook your head and took his drink from him, downing that too. "She-" You shook your head. "Was nice to me." You shivered.

Ransom began laughing, "Don't be ridiculous. Mother doesn't do nice." Ransom wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed your forehead. "I'll get another drink, why don't you go on-"

"Hell no. I'm staying with you. What I just witnessed was creepy as shit." You quickly walked off towards the kitchen.

Ransom rolled his eyes with a chuckle and followed behind you. "What did she say? Maybe you misunderstood."

You shook your head as you walked into the kitchen saying a quick hello to Fran before you leant against the counter. "I didn't misunderstand, Ransom. Linda, said she didn't expect me to apologise for what I said to her."

"What? Are you sure?" Ransom frowned at you. "I can't imagine that. You basically called her a cunt."

Fran almost burst out laughing, quickly covering it up as a cough and apologising.

You chuckled, "She said, Sweetie, I wouldn't expect you too..." You held your hands out with your eyes open wide. "Creepy right?"

Ransom nodded. "That's pretty weird."

"Oh, that's not all she said. Apparently she thinks I have some balls for talking to her the way I did. And that, she could tell that I really cared about you and loved you, because I wasn't afraid to put her in her place... Then she said something like, I love my son, but I don't show it because I hate showing it, it makes people weak... But I see it only makes you stronger..."

Ransom's eyes widened. "Maybe she's drunk."

You shrugged, "Whatever, as long as she doesn't call me sweetie again." You shivered make making Fran chuckle.

"Maybe our news will turn her into a bitch again." Ransom smiled at you reassuringly.

"News? Are you two expecting?" Fran gave you a hopeful smile.

Your eyes widened a little. "Uh, no, Fran. Not that kind of news."

"I asked, Y/N, to move in with me." Ransom explained.

Fran smiled back, "Oh, wonderful. Congratulations." She then let out a soft sigh. "Although, it would be nice if you were having a baby too... I think you'd have cute children."

Ransom nodded, "Yeah, me too."

You turned to Ransom shocked. "You do?"

"Of course. We're hot." He shrugged. "Our kids would be super cute."

"Kids?" You raised your eyebrow. "Like two?"

Ransom nodded. "Or more. Whatever."

Your eyebrows shot up as you looked at Fran.

"You've thought about having children, Hugh?" She asked sounding equally as surprised as you.

Ransom frowned at her, "That's none of your business." He snapped at her defensively making her jump. Ransom grabbed his drink and stormed out of the kitchen with a huff.

You let out a soft breath and looked at Fran. "Don't pay him any attention, Fran."

She shook her head. "I didn't mean to anger him. I was surprised to hear him talk about children, that's all."

You nodded. "Me too."

"You haven't spoken about them?"

You shook your head. "I've always assumed, Ransom, wouldn't want them."

"I think perhaps it's time you have this conversation with him, Y/N." Fran offered you a warm smile and a pat on the arm.

You thanked her and grabbed your own drink, leaving the kitchen and making your way to the lounge where everyone else already seemed to be bickering.

"Nice of you to finally join us." Walt huffed from where he sat.

You rolled your eyes and walked over to Harlan. "Hey." You smiled at him as he stood.

He cupped your face in his hands and smiled. "It's good to see you, kid. How are you?" He kissed your cheek before hugging you.

You gulped, feeling a lump form in your throat as you hugged him back. "Better, thank you. How are things going?" You asked looking at him.

Harlan nodded. "Fine. We'll talk later." He smiled. "Now, what's this news you and my grandson have to share with us?"

You smiled and sat down beside Ransom, letting him pull you into his side. You looked up at him and nodded. "You tell them."

"Oh God, you're pregnant, aren't you?" Joni gasped dramatically. "I thought you looked a little puffy."

Your mouth fell open in shock. "What the fuck?"

"Mind your language." Donna scowled at you as she covered Jacob's ears making you and Ransom roll your eyes.

"Jesus... Just what we need, another little shit." Walt huffed.

"Language, Walt." You mocked Donna making Marta snicker into her hand.

"Ransom." Richard said sternly as he stood in front of him.

"Father." Ransom looked up at Richard seriously making you chuckle.

Richard shook his head as he placed his hands on his hips, "You can't have a child, Ransom. You're just... not good enough." Richard sighed.

Your brow furrowed. "Excuse me?"

"He's right. You're a shitty person. How can you raise a child? You can barely wipe your own ass." Walt laughed.

"Oh, and the two of you are the world's greatest fathers." You scoffed. "Ransom, isn't a shitty person, asswipe," You glared at Walt. "And he will make a great father because he learnt from the pair of you what makes a shit father. He wouldn't be a fucking asshole to his children nor would he try to ruin his child's happiness to make money."

Ransom smiled at you before pressing a kiss to your forehead. "You're too sweet, beautiful." He whispered making you blush.

"Ransom, is it true, you're going to be a father?" Harlan asked with a hopeful look in his eye.

As you looked at Harlan you began to feel guilty.

Ransom shook his head with a sigh. "It's not that sort of news, grandpa." Ransom cleared his throat. "I asked, Y/N, to move in with me." He smiled to himself. "We're going to be buying a place together."

Harlan began grinning. "Well that's equally as wonderful news. The right place for you two to be taking your relationship."

You nodded. "Glad you think so, Harlan."

"Oh for heavens sake." Walt huffed as he stood up. "You can't be serious, dad. Can't you see what's she doing?"

Harlan sighed as you and Ransom glared at Walt. "No, but I'm sure you're going to tell me what I'm not seeing."

"She's clearly a gold digging whore. Wasn't she fired from her job? How exactly is she going to afford buying a new house, hmm?" Walt glared at you.

"She wasn't fired, shit head, she quit." Ransom defended you.

"And not that it's any of your business, but I have a thing called savings." You stuck your tongue out at him.

"And I assume you'll be selling your apartment?" Harlan asked.

You nodded. "Yep. And I'm working on getting a new job."

"Any ideas what you want to do, yet?" Harlan asked trying to change the subject.

You let out a heavy sigh as you shook your head. "I want to do something different but I'm just not sure what."

"I told you, beautiful, let me take care of you. I make enough money. You don't need to work." He wiggled his eyebrows at you suggestively.

You covered your mouth as you laughed at him and your inside joke. A few days ago Ransom 'jokingly' suggested being your sugardaddy instead of you finding a new job. As appealing as it sounds to be spoilt all the time in return for certain sexual favors, you wanted a job. You knew Ransom would spoil you anyway and get the sexual favors he wanted regardless. You couldn't say no and why would you want to.

"Ah ha!" Walt pointed at you. "See! She's just a who-"

"Oh shut the fuck up, Walt!" Linda shouted as she stood up. "And you!" She snapped at Donna before she could sqwark about using bad language in front of her son.

"Linda-"

"No! Shut it!" She got close to Walt and jabbed him in the chest. "I've had a fucking 'nough of the same old bullshit. You complain and whine that, Ransom, is lazy and needs to grow up and start thinking of others. And when he's clearly started doing what you've been screaming about for years, you fucking complain!" Linda glared at Walt. "It ends, now."

Walt stared up at Linda in shock, his mouth opening and closing like a goldfish.

Richard cleared his throat as he approached his wife. "Linda-"

"That goes for you, too. Can't you see for once our son is actually a joy to be around." Linda glared him.

Richard scoffed, "All he ever says is eat shit and throws insults at us."

"Maybe if you weren't all such assholes to him from the moment he walks into the room." You muttered into your glass.

"Nobody asked you." Richard hissed at you.

"That's enough!" Harlan stood up from his chair with Martha's help. "Yes, Ransom, has made some questionable decisions in his life, but haven't we all. And the positive thing to take from it is that he's making changes to be a better man. Changes that make me proud of him. Changed that make me excited to see what his future holds for him." Harlan smiled proudly at Ransom. "Now, let's go eat."

As you stood to follow everyone out to the dining room, Ransom pulled back down onto his lap.

He crashed his lips against yours hungrily as he held the back of your hand in one hand and forced his tongue into your mouth. You moaned into his mouth as your fingers tangled in his sweater.

He pulled back with a satisfied hum, "Have I told you I love you?" He smiled.

You nodded with a soft giggle. "One or twice."

"I should tell you more then." He kissed you again but this time slower.

You wrapped your arms around his neck as you got lost in the kiss.

"RANSOM!" Linda shouted from the doorway making the two of you jump. "Can you not fuck on couch. Christ!"

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Here's To The Future - Part 5: Battle Scars

Summary: The war’s over. That should be cause for celebration, except the wrong side won. Things begin to change quickly, and it doesn’t take long for Midnight to realize something’s not right among the clone army. She should be glad the war is over, but the threat of her losing her boys is all too real. She did swear she would do everything she could to keep them from being separated when the war ended.

She’s not going to give up on that promise. Even if it kills her.

Pairing: The Bad Batch x reader (no clonecest)

Warnings: NSFW, smut, fingering, violence, emotions, inhibitor chips

A/N: Yes, I skipped ahead a bit, but I'd rather focus on the big plot points instead of dragging you through stuff you already know.

We're getting to the big climax now. This one's not too bad, but the next couple are going to be pretty heavy, so please prepare yourselves.

Also I am incapable of not being cheesy when writing Tech scenes.

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“That was fast.” Tech says as he looks up from where he’s fiddling with the ship.

Midnight shrugs. “We didn’t need much this time. I got us some food, though.”

“How was it?” Hunter asks, greeting them.

“It was amazing!” Omega says excitedly. “There was a market going on and we got some fresh food and Midnight scared a guy that was following us.”

Hunter looks up at Midnight startled by Omega’s words. “You were followed?” The others look up, their attention drawn by his worried tone.

Midnight rolls her eyes. “Just a creep looking to shoot his shot. Don’t worry. I handled it.”

“A man followed you?” Hunter asks, pressing her for more details.

Midnight sighs. “I’m a beautiful woman, Hunter. Creepy men follow me all the time. It’s happened all my life.” She puts a hand on his chest. “Don’t worry. I set him straight.”

Hunter’s jaw clenches, his hands balling into fists at his side. “I don’t like it.”

“Well, I don’t either but unfortunately, it’s normal for me.” She stands on her toes, getting close to his face. “Don’t get jealous.” She whispers, lips brushing his for a second before she moves away. “Come eat before it gets cold.”

Midnight and Omega’s outings have become normal as they frequent Ord Mantell more and more often. They have a good thing going with Cid, getting sent on missions and getting paid in return if they were successful.

Nearly twenty missions now over the last few weeks. She knows the guys are feeling good being busy again. Being busy has kept her distracted too. Hard to be upset when you’re racing around the galaxy with a child.

Midnight sits next to Echo, grabbing herself a serving. She smiles as she looks around at her boys. Hunter glances down at Omega where she’s sitting next to him every so often as she eats and talks happily with Wrecker. Tech eats with one hand, holding his datapad in the other. Echo also glances up at Omega every so often, all of them eating and enjoying this time together.

Midnight especially enjoys it, picturing all of them sitting around a dining table in their home, sharing in home cooked meals. She can’t hide the painful ache in her chest, though, at the missing space where Crosshair should be.

***

“How much did you spend?” Hunter corners her in her room after they’ve finished eating.

“None.” She says, putting her things away. “I used my money.”

“I told you not to do that.” He says, stepping closer to her.

“It’s my money, Hunter. It’s not doing us any good just sitting here.” She turns to face him. “Why won’t you let me help?”

“I want you to save it.”

“You’ve told me that before.” She says, putting a hand on his arm. “I have more than enough to keep us comfortable for a while. Let me help.”

“No.” He puts his foot down. “I want you to save it in case you have to run.”

Midnight blinks at him in surprise. She hasn’t heard this before. “What?”

“I want you to save your money in case something happens and you and Omega have to leave.”

“Hunter,” Midnight shakes her head. “I’m not going to-”

He holds up a hand, cutting her off. “We’ve already discussed it. It’s our newest plan. If something happens, we give you and Omega the best chance of getting to safety.”

“Hunter, I don't want to...I can’t-”

“It’s not a suggestion.” He says, looking at her with a hard gaze. “You have the best chance of giving her a good life.”

“I don’t know how to be a parent, Hunter! You think just because I had a mom I know how to be one? My mom wasn’t there. She didn’t parent me. I know just as much about taking care of a kid as you do.”

Hunter puts a hand on her shoulder. “You’re her best option. We’re all prepared to do it, if it comes to it. That’s always been part of our plans.”

Tears blur Midnight’s vision. She hates the idea of just one of them sacrificing themselves, but the thought of all of them...she hates it.

Hunter cups her face gently, wiping one of the tears that slides down her cheeks. “We’ll try not to need it, but we always have to be prepared for the possibility.”

***

Midnight sits on her bed, patting a damp cloth against the wound on her arm. It was hardly more than a graze from a blaster bolt, but it still hurts. They’re all a bit battered. The latest mission had been a hard one, and also a failure. Well, not totally a failure. It had been a failure for the right reasons, but she knows Cid won’t see it that way.

They weren’t getting paid for this one.

It’s not that big of a deal for her, but she knows Hunter won’t be happy.

The door to her room opens, Tech stepping inside. He doesn’t bother looking up from his datapad, moving to her side. He grabs her arm, holding the datapad up to her wound.

“I hardly think it’s that serious, Tech.” She rolls her eyes, attempting to pull her arm away.

“It needs to be cleaned.” He says simply, reaching into his belt for some bacta spray.

She rises from the bed, coming to stand right in front of him. She stares up at him intensely, eyes wide. “Okay, genius.” She says. “Then spray me.”

Tech visibly swallows, his eyes intense as he takes her arm, spraying the bacta on her wound.

“You sure you don’t want to check for other injuries?” She asks, taking a step back.

“I do not think you have any more injuries.” He says, his voice wavering a bit as he goes back to his datapad.

Midnight rolls her eyes, grabbing his datapad, setting it on the bed behind her. Tech opens his mouth to complain, but he falls silent as she tugs her shirt over her head. She smirks at him, making a show of unbuttoning her pants, turning her back to him as she shimmies her pants down her legs.

“You sure?” She asks, turning to look at him over her shoulder. “You don’t wanna be thorough? Maybe do a double check?”

His bare hands meet her shoulders, calloused hands sliding along her skin. “Perhaps a thorough examination is necessary.” His fingers trail over her skin, raising goosebumps as they go.

He presses close against her back as his fingers skirt around to her stomach, the plastoid on his chest cool against her skin. His hand slips into her underwear, fingers trailing through her already slick folds.

“You’ve been waiting for this.” He says, pressing his lips against her shoulder.

“Honestly, I would have taken any of you.” She gasps, her hips pressing against his hand. “I’ve been horny for a week now.”

Tech hums. “That must be why your aim was off.”

Midnight elbows him in the stomach. “Don’t be a dick...” She trails off as a finger slips inside her. She moans quietly, her hips rocking against Tech’s hand.

“We don’t have a lot of time.” He murmurs against her neck, sucking a bruise onto her skin.

“Make me cum and I’ll suck you off like that time after Trevath.” She says.

He pauses for a moment, before adding a second finger inside her. “Deal.”

His free arm wraps around her waist holding her up as he thrusts his fingers in and out of her. It’s obscene sounding from how wet she is, his mouth slotting against hers to try and quiet her moans.

The tension had been building recently, as their now busy schedule, and a child aboard, makes it hard for them to find downtime. It’s a bit like when they were at war, either too busy or too exhausted to do much of anything.

What she wouldn’t give to be living in a big house with lots of space and nothing to do.

She cums quickly, soaking Tech’s fingers. He pulls them from her, shoving them into her mouth to keep her quiet. She licks his fingers clean, swirling her tongue around them. He’s already hard, his codpiece pressing rather uncomfortably against her ass.

She turns, dropping to her knees in front of him. His codpiece comes off easily, dropping to the floor with a quiet thud. She palms the bulge in his blacks, looking up at him through her lashes. He gulps as he stares down at her, bracing one hand against the wall.

She smirks, slowly undoing his blacks. He’s going to be the one needing to be silenced after she’s done with him.

***

“That is one strange looking lizard.” Cid says, peeking in the cage where Ruby is being held.

They had just arrived back on Ord Mantell after hunting down some rare lizard a contact of Cid’s wanted. It had been quite the event to get it, the Rhokai that had taken it rather unwilling to let it go so easily.

“What’s your client want it for?” Echo asks.

“Maybe it’s a pet. Maybe he wants to turn it into a stew. Don’t know, don’t care.” Cid says.

“As long as you get paid.” Hunter says.

“Now you’re catching on.” Cid says. “And guess what? That means you get paid too. Bring the lizard in the back.”

Echo grabs the cage, making his way towards Cid’s office. Tech follows, Wrecker hanging back.

“Hunter?” Omega asks.

“What are you two up to?” Hunter asks, turning to them.

“The mission’s over. Can we go?” Wrecker asks.

“Again?” Hunter asks exasperatedly.

“It’s a tradition.” Wrecker explains. “It makes the kid happy.” He whispers, as if she’s not standing right in front of him.

“Uh-huh. The kid.” Hunter says knowingly, but he sighs. “Don’t take long.”

Wrecker cheers, Omega grabbing Midnight’s wrist. “Come with us!”

Midnight lets herself be pulled from Cid’s bar, Hunter glancing back and she offers him a shrug before she disappears out the door.

Wrecker takes her free hand, the three of them walking together. Just like a little family, making their way towards the marketplace. They lead her to a stand, Wrecker ordering three boxes of Mantell Mix.

The lady at the stand holds her hand out expectantly, Midnight glancing at Wrecker before pulling out her credit bag. “How much?” She asks.

“21 credits.” The woman says.

Midnight sucks in a breath, but hands over the payment. That was a lot for the Mantell Mix. Where had Wrecker been getting the credits to pay for it? Hunter certainly doesn’t know. He would have put an end to this quite a few jobs ago.

“Wrecker.” She asks as they make their way back towards Cid’s. “How have you been paying for this?”

“Oh, we’ve been putting it on Cid’s tab.” He says.

Midnight nearly chokes on her Mantell Mix. So that must have been why their cuts were getting smaller and smaller. No doubt Cid was also finding other things to charge them for wherever she could.

“Well look who it is!” Wrecker says as they make their way down to the entrance. Midnight follows Omega in, finding Wrecker squeezing the life out of a poor reg. “Come here, Rex.”

“Yeah. Good to see you too, Wrecker.” He says.

“I thought you didn’t like the regs.” Omega says.

“This one we like.” Wrecker says, spinning Rex around before setting him on his feet.

“Omega, this is Rex.” Hunter introduces her.

Rex drops down onto a knee, looking Omega over. “I’ve met many clones in my time, but never one like you.”

Omega takes a couple steps closer, studying Rex’s face. “You’re a generation one.” She says.

“Now how’d you know that?” Rex asks.

“From the lines on your face.” She answers simply.

Midnight holds in a laugh, glad that Rex lets out a chuckle. “Yeah, I guess I’ve been around.” He says.

“You got that right.” Wrecker says.

Rex pushes himself to stand, looking at Midnight. “You must be Midnight.”

Midnight stares at him in surprise. “Yes,” She says slowly. “I am.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you.” Rex says. “You’re rather famous.”

“I’m beginning to figure that out.” She says.

“A nat-born surviving with a specialized clone squad. That takes a lot of skill.”

“I’d call it more dumb luck than anything.” Midnight shrugs.

“Yeah, you should’ve seen her when she first started.” Wrecker jokes, but he’s cut off by a groan, his hand lifting to his head. “Tech, I need one of those med patches.”

Rex turns around, staring at Wrecker tensely. “What’s wrong?”

“Nothing. It’s just a headache.” Wrecker says.

“Which are becoming more frequent.” Echo says.

“Is that so?” Rex asks slowly.

“If you’re concerned about the so-called inhibitor chips, don’t be.” Tech says. “Our deviant nature appears to have impeded their functionality. Except in Crosshair.”

“You’re telling me you haven’t removed your chips?” Rex asks.

“No, not yet.” Tech says.

Rex takes a defensive stance in front of Omega and Midnight, his hand moving towards his blaster. Hunter stands, all of them also taking defensive stances.

“Those chips make you a threat to everyone around you. Even her.” Rex nods back at Omega. “You’re all ticking time bombs.”

“Take it easy, Captain.” Hunter says, moving closer as he tries to placate Rex.

“What’s in your head is more dangerous than you can imagine. I’ve seen what happens when the chip activates, and I don’t want to bury any more of our brothers.”

Hunter deflates a bit at that, Echo and Tech sharing a look. Midnight’s stomach starts to churn a bit. She can’t stand something similar to what happened with Crosshair happening to any of them. The thought of losing another one of them makes her sick. Not to mention the danger it would present. Any of them would be deadly without their enhancements. Wrecker especially would be the most dangerous. The kind of damage he could do with no control over his strength.

“Trust me. It is not something you can control.” Rex says. “I couldn’t. It’s a risk you do not want to take.”

Hunter glances past Rex at Midnight and Omega. “How do you suggest we get them out?”

Rex relaxes a bit, moving his hand from his blaster. “Good question. I’ll be in touch.”

***

Midnight sits across from Tech as he works on his device. Omega stands next to him, happily handing him tools as he needs them. Wrecker sits next to them, tapping his foot restlessly. They’d gotten a message from Rex a day ago to head to Bracca, and that he’d meet them there.

“I don’t like this plan.” Wrecker groans.

“We agreed to meet Rex on Bracca.” Hunter says, walking up to them. “That’s what we’re doing.”

“He wants to cut open my head.” Wrecker complains.

“All of our heads, actually.” Tech says.

“Not mine. I don’t have an inhibitor chip.” Omega says proudly.

“Why not? Now, that’s not fair.” Wrecker complains.

“How’s the chip scanner coming?” Hunter asks Tech.

“Since Rex’s chip was removed, I am able to establish a baseline by comparing his brain scans to ours, allowing for the detection of any cellular anomaly.” Tech answers.

“He means it’s almost finished.” Omega translates.

“Do we really have to do this?” Wrecker asks.

“If Rex is sure, we should trust him.” Hunter says.

“Don’t worry big guy.” Midnight stands, putting a hand on Wrecker’s arm. “You’ll be fine. You probably won’t feel a thing.”

Wrecker pouts. “But I don’t want surgery.”

“I’ll be right there with you to kiss it better once Rex is done.” She leans against his arm.

He stares down at her before breaking out in a grin. Midnight stands on her toes, tugging him down slightly to kiss his cheek. She’ll feel a lot better once the chips are out. She can’t stand the risk of losing another one of them.

***

The ship enters Bracca’s atmosphere, revealing a landscape of decaying ships as far as the eye can see.

“What is this place?” Omega asks, looking out the viewports as they come in to land.

“A starship graveyard.” Hunter answers.

“I’m picking up Rex’s beacon.” Echo says, flying them down to a landing place inside a ship.

Rex’s ship is there, waiting for them as they leave the ship.

“Right on time.” Rex says, greeting them once they’re off the ship.

“How’s a junk planet gonna help us?” Wrecker asks.

Rex puts on his helmet. “Follow me.”

The others put their helmets on as they make their way out of the decaying ship.

“Bracca may not be much to look at, but it has exactly what we need.” Rex says, pausing and looking at a venator ship sticking up out of the rubble. “I had my inhibitor chip taken out on a Jedi cruiser just like that. That’s where we’re heading.”

“Then why did we land all the way over here?” Wrecker complains.

“Everyone down.” Echo says, all of them ducking as a ship flies slowly past in the distance.

“That’s why.” Rex says.

“It’s the Scrapper Guild.” Tech says.

“They control this entire planet.” Rex says. “We need to keep out of sight from their patrols. Let’s move.”

They make their way to the cruiser, staying low and moving quickly through the debris. Midnight tries to ignore the occasional loud creaking and shifting of rusted metal above them. If any piece fell, it would squish them before they could run far enough to get out of the way.

They reach a tall ledge right on the edge of the cruiser, the others lifting themselves up easily. Tech puts his hands on her waist, boosting her up so she can get over the edge. She turns, helping him up. His touch lingers for just a moment. All of them have been on edge since the reality of their situation had been brought to light.

“It’s much bigger up close.” Omega says, staring at the ship in awe.

“This is an original Venator-class ship from the first batch off the line.” Rex explains to Omega.

“First off the line, huh? Just like you, Rex.” Wrecker laughs.

They make their way inside, walking down a decaying hallway. Rex takes the lead, lighting the way with a torch. Echo follows right behind him. She knows he’s relieved finding out Rex is actually still alive, and being around him again. She’d heard the most about Rex when Echo talked about his past.

“The last time I was aboard one of these it didn’t end so well.” Rex says.

“If the inhibitor chip isn’t something you can control, how’d you get yours out?” Echo asks.

“I had help.” Rex says, pausing just before falling into a hole in the floor. “The medical bay is at the other end.” Rex says, pointing his torch in that direction. “Wrecker, grab that cable.” He directs the giant clone, shining his light on the cable.

“This? W-Why? W-W-What are you gonna do with it?” He asks nervously.

They string it across the gap, all of them crawling their way down it. Midnight waits until second to last, trying to comfort the panicking Wrecker. She crawls her way down when it’s her turn, Rex helping her down once she’s reached a safe place.

“You’re up Wrecker.” Hunter calls up to the giant clone.

“Uh, yeah, my head doesn’t hurt anymore. I’m fine. You guys go without me.” He says.

“You can do it!” Omega calls out. “Just keep your eyes on the cable.”

Wrecker slowly moves to the edge, grabbing onto the cable. It bends quite a bit under his weight, Wrecker nearly falling from it.

“That was close.” He laughs, getting himself righted seconds before the cable gives out and Wrecker falls.

He nearly hits the water below, but the cable wraps around his ankle, holding him just above it.

“Are you all right?” Rex calls down to him.

“No! Smells awful down here!” He yells, trying to reach the cable.

Something large begins to move under the water, getting close to Wrecker.

“What’s that?” Omega asks.

“Wrecker, start climbing!” Hunter commands.

“Why?” Wrecker asks.

“Hurry!” Omega yells.

A tentacle shoots out of the water, wrapping around Wrecker and pulling him under. They all grab the cable, trying to pull against the creature. They’re almost successful, but the creature grabs onto Wrecker with more tentacles, pulling him under.

It’s still and quiet for far too long, Midnight watching the water nervously. They’re so close. They can’t possibly lose someone else like this.

Wrecker breaks the surface, trying to climb up the cable. The creature hangs on desperately, Echo shooting at it as its mouth breaks the water.

It does let go after a couple shots, all of them straining to help Wrecker back up onto the platform.

“What was that?” Wrecker coughs as he kneels on the platform.

“Makes you miss battling clankers, doesn’t it?” Rex asks.

Wrecker groans in agreement, taking a moment to collect himself.

They make their way through the rest of the ship with little incident. This part is more intact than the rest, thankfully. It doesn't take them long to locate the med bay, door after door plastered with the medic’s symbol. Rex kneels down at a partially opened door, looking inside. He and Tech lift the door, revealing a surgical pod.

“This will do nicely.” Rex says.

“I would no longer call this medical bay a sterile environment.” Tech says, looking around.

“Do you prefer to use the facility on Kamino?” Rex asks him.

“This will do nicely.” Tech backtracks quickly.

“I’ll calibrate the surgical pod.” Echo says inserting his scomp into the control panel. The lights begin to turn on, the pod humming to life.

“Time to get scanned, Wrecker.” Tech says as Wrecker sits on the bed of the surgical pod.

“Let’s get this over with.” Wrecker says, clutching his head.

Hunter takes his gear, setting it to the side as Tech works on setting up his device. Omega approaches Hunter nervously, looking worried.

“Hunter, just because the surgery worked on Rex, doesn’t mean it’s safe.” She says. “This is dangerous.”

“It’s more dangerous to leave their inhibitor chips in.” Rex says.

“We have to do this.” Hunter says. “It’s worth the risk.”

“And what if something goes wrong? I’ll be left here with no one.”

Hunter’s face softens a bit, finally understanding where her objection is coming from. He puts a gentle hand on her shoulder. “We’re not going anywhere, Omega.” He says. “You’re stuck with us for the long run. Besides, Midnight isn’t going anywhere.”

“Yeah, what am I? Chopped liver?” She kneels down next to Omega, putting her hands on her shoulders. “I’m not going anywhere either. I’ll always be with you. No matter what.” She takes the younger girl’s hand, linking their pinkies together. “Pinky promise.”

“What does that mean?” Omega asks curiously.

“It’s a pinky promise.” Midnight says. “It means the promise can’t be broken.”

Omega smiles softly at her before she throws her arms around Midnight. Midnight hugs her back, squeezing her gently.

“I think I found something.” Tech says, looking at his datapad. “Ninety degrees from his right orbital floor, below the parietal and temporal intersection.”

“Get that away from me!” Wrecker grunts out, taking the device off his head, shoving it against Tech’s chest.

“Something’s not right.” Omega says, looking at him.

“We need to speed this up.” Rex says.

The surgery pod whirrs as it comes to life, Echo working faster to get it turned on.

“You boys got lucky.” Rex says. “Very few clones were immune to the effects of Order 66. It’s rare.”

“When the regs attacked the Jedi on Kaller, we didn’t understand why.” Hunter says. “We couldn’t save the general, but at least we helped the Padawan escape.” They move away from Wrecker, Omega following.

Tech grabs the sedative. “Relax. This won’t hurt a bit.”

He goes to inject Wrecker, but Wrecker grabs his wrist, stopping him. He reaches up with his other hand, grabbing Tech around the throat.

“You’re in direct violation of Order 66.” Wrecker says, standing and lifting Tech off the ground.

Midnight’s blood runs cold as she stares at them in shock. The chip must have activated. This is not good.

Wrecker throws Tech against the wall, knocking him unconscious. He bends down, grabbing his helmet and blaster.

“Wrecker?” Omega asks, trying to get through to the giant clone.

Rex draws his blaster, pointing it at Wrecker. Wrecker knocks the blaster from Rex’s hand easily, Hunter grabbing Omega as they duck for cover. Wrecker fires at them, Echo blocking with a piece of scrap metal before ducking for cover.

“He’ll destroy the equipment if we don’t get him out of here.” Echo says.

“You’re all traitors!” Wrecker says, firing at them.

“We’ll draw him out.” Hunter says. “Midnight, Omega, stay with Tech.”

He throws a canister at Wrecker, the room filling with smoke. Midnight and Omega stay hidden, the plan working as Wrecker follows the other three from the room. Midnight crawls over to Tech, pulling the debris off him before rolling him onto his back. She shakes his shoulder gently, trying to rouse him.

“Come on, Tech.” She says quietly, patting his cheek. “Wake up. We need some backup.”

Tech groans quietly, shifting just a little. Midnight glances behind her, noticing Omega is missing. She curses, getting to her feet. She draws her blaster, peeking her head out the door. She can see Hunter’s body at the opposite end of the hall, limp on the ground. She wants to check on him, but she knows Omega is somewhere, likely with Wrecker close behind.

She hears a clang from the opposite end of the hallway and heads in that direction. She sticks her head around the corner, the door to another med bay room open. She approaches slowly, blaster drawn. She likes to think Wrecker wouldn’t hurt her, but she can’t be sure. She may not be a clone, but she had deserted too. She’s still a traitor, just like them in the Empire’s eyes.

Wrecker’s back is to her as she glances in the open door. She lifts her own blaster, pointing it right at his back. Her hands shake, but she knows she has no other choice. She fires, Wrecker’s body going stiff before it falls.

Rex stumbles up next to her, holding the side of his head. “You alright?” He asks.

She gives him a once over. “I should be asking you that.”

Omega slams into her, wrapping her arms around Midnight. Midnight runs a hand over her head, looking down at her.

“You alright?” She asks. Omega nods, holding Midnight tighter.

They manage to get Wrecker’s limp body into the surgical pod, Tech a bit dazed but up and moving by the time they drag his body in. Everyone is a bit battered, but still alive as Tech begins the process of removing Wrecker’s chip.

“Is it supposed to take this long?” Echo asks as they wait for the surgery to be over. It seemed like it should be simple, but then again, removing something from someone’s brain was probably complicated even for a highly specialized machine.

“I’m not sure. I’ve never been on this end of it.” Rex says.

Midnight watches over Tech’s shoulder, quietly memorizing every button he pushes, everything that flashes across the screen.

“The procedure’s complete.” Tech says after a while, ejecting the bed from the machine.

Omega puts her hands on Wrecker’s chest, shaking him gently. “Wrecker.” He doesn’t move. “Wrecker! He should be awake by now.”

Tech presses a button on the console. “He is alive, but his vitals have not stabilized. We won’t know more until he regains consciousness.”

“This could be a while.” Rex says as he and Hunter step away. “Why don’t you take Omega topside and get some air?”

“No.” Omega says definitely. “I’m staying until he wakes up.” She pulls a chair closer, plopping down next to Wrecker’s side.

Midnight straightens up, turning to face the two clones. “I’ll go then. I could use some air.”

“Be careful.” Hunter says. “Stay hidden and try not to draw any attention.”

“Keep a close eye on my surroundings and trust no one but my squad, right?” Midnight jokes.

A small smile tugs at Hunter’s mouth. “Be careful. We’ll comm you when he wakes.”

Midnight nods her thanks, heading out of the room. She wanders the ship a bit before finding the bridge. She can imagine it full of people navigating and commanding during a battle. She’d only been on a cruiser once during the war, and she’d been unconscious the whole time.

She seats herself on an abandoned crate, staring out the viewports at the sky. It’s beginning to turn yellow as the sun gets lower and lower. They’ll be here all night at this rate.

****

Midnight doesn’t turn as footsteps approach her. She’s been up here for a while, the sky beginning to go orange. She’s trying hard not to think too much, waiting patiently for word about Wrecker.

A body lowers itself next to her on the crate, her gaze still out the window.

“He talked about you a lot, you know.” Rex says, breaking the silence. “Cody was very proud of you. Whatever you did to help him, it must have really been something.”

Midnight shrugs. “I think it was more the fact that I did help him.” She tugs at the fraying end of her sleeve that’s untucked from her glove. “Have you...heard anything?”

“Only that his squad shot down General Kenobi on Utapau. He succumbed to the chip, just like the others.”

Midnight lets out a long breath, looking out at the sea of decaying ships. “I guess that was to be expected.”

It’s quiet between them for a few moments.

“How long have you been...” Rex trails off, leaving the rest of the question unasked.

“Is it...that obvious?” Midnight stutters.

Rex smirks. “I know those bruises on your neck aren’t from any fight.”

Midnight flushes, pulling the neck of her blacks up slightly higher. “Three months after I joined the squad.”

Rex gives her a soft smile. “I’m happy for you. I’m happy for them.”

“Thank you,” Midnight says, looking at him. “For finding us, for doing this. Losing Crosshair was...” She shakes her head. “If I lost any more of them, I don’t know what I’d do.”

“I know you must have really loved him, if you put up with Crosshair for that long.” Rex smirks, but it quickly falls. “Sometimes we have to accept we can’t change things, no matter how badly it hurts.”

Midnight stares down at her hands. Could he tell just by looking at her that she was already considering it?

Her comm beeps before she can think up an answer, or attempt to play it off.

“He’s awake.” Tech’s simple statement does have relief flooding through her.

Maybe there is a chance after all.

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quodekash · 7 months

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IM GONNA HAVE A STROKE ITS TIME FOR EPISODE 4 OF DANGEROUS ROMANCE

I think they should probably kiss right now. that would be nice please and thank you

THE BACK TOUCH IM SCREAMING

bro why he look so confused

is he having gay thoughts or smth and hes confused as to why it's soccer-ball-usb induced?

I love this woman so much

my goddess

my queen

milf fr

OML-

IM LITERALLY CRYING FROM RESTRAINING THE URGE TO LAUGH

I WOULDNT SAY THAT, KHUN

WE DONT KNOW THAT FOR SURE

like yeah, sailom can't rly control kang's study habits outside of their tutoring sessions, but I wouldn't say he can't control him like... at all, ever.

he has top vibes tbh

HE AGREES WITH ME

"um, excuse me bitch (respectful), sailom controls me very well, I am a submissive QUEEN"

"do you want to go on a date with me?" "will you be my boyfriend?" "can I kiss you?" all of the above?

I know it wont be any of the above but I can dream

I JUST LOVE HIM SO MUCH

HE'S SO KIND ALL OF A SUDDEN???

he was fine with being the worst part of Sailom's life, and then suddenly discovered so many other things in his life that Sailom has to face every day, and the punishment he gets every month if he doesn't pay his debt, and Kang realises he's the least of Sailom's problems, and he suddenly wants to help him as much as he possibly can. previously, he was offering his money to Sailom but not as comfort or help, but because he recognised his privilege and power and used it to taunt Sailom and to remind him who is in charge. but then he saw two grown men assaulting him and nearly pressing a hot iron to his face, and Kang suddenly saw just how much power and privilege he has, in the sense that he can literally solve most of Sailom's problems (because they mostly boil down to money) without any change in his own status whatsoever

he went from wanting to be the worst part of Sailom's life, to wanting to fix the actual worst parts of his life, and I just love him so much can you blame me for loving him so much

OKAY BUT THE FACT THAT THEY'RE BOTH IN SCHOOL UNIFORM IN THIS IS SO INTERESTING TO ME

like. are they just taking a detour on the way home from school? or did they run away?

ive got my fingers crossed for an episode (perhaps two?) where they've run away and it's all happy and fluffy and they're away from the pain and the drama and its just me and you and you and me and we can be happy while we're here, we don't have to worry what anyone else thinks about us because we're together. and its probably at a beach.

HE GRABBED HIM BY THE ARM IM GONNA DIE THEY'RE SO REUBKJLF

just give me a moment while I sob

NO BC HE'S HOLDING HIS HAND

LIKE-

AAAAAA

THE HAND ON THE SHOULDER AND THE HAND ON THE HAND

I KNEW THIS FRIKIN VR SCENE WOULD KILL MY SOUL BUT LIKE IN A GOOD WAY

why am I crying.

can someone please explain to me why this is making me cry.

its so domestic. help.

YOU'RE LITERALLY SO IN LOVE WITH HIM????

THIS ENTIRE MONTAGE IS THE END OF ME HOLY HELL

THEYRE SO DOMESTIC. IM DYING.

KANG FALLING ASLEEP ON SAILOM'S SHOULDER??? SAILOM FIDGETING WITH THE PENCIL AND KANG LOOKING AT HIM AND THEN LOOKING AT EACH OTHER AND THEN JUST SMILING???? SAILOM PUTTING THE BLANKET OVER KANG WHEN HE FELL ASLEEP AT THE TABLE????

THIS???????

IM GONNA CRY. AGAIN.

IM ALSO GONNA RUN OUT OF SCREENSHOTS FOR ONE TUMBLR POST BUT I DONT CARE, THEY MEAN TOO MUCH TO ME

THATS IT.

IM DONE.

THAT'S THE END OF ME

I SWEAR I FEEL MYSELF RISING UP TO HEAVEN

wait now I think im going down, maybe im going to hell

I have no sense of direction, I got lost on the way to wherever I was going and now im back in my body but HOLY FRICK ITS VERY LIKELY THAT I WILL DIE AGAIN

VUIERJSBDGOPUVJBEWSDOG

GOOD JOB

THATS SO FREAKING GOOD OMG

IM SO PROUD OF YOU HONEYYY

oh look, a not-so-subtle ✨metaphor✨

I think it's about them studying? without wind, the windmills can't spin, and then can't produce energy. without Sailom, Kang wouldn't have the push he needs to study?

it's something like that

it also might not be about studying. it could be about kindness

if it weren't for Sailom's situation, Kang wouldn't have had the change of heart that caused him to be kinder (particularly towards Sailom but im also hoping that he's helping him develop deeper empathy for others who also aren't as fortunate as Kang)

idk its something like that

he leaned closer and now I can't tell if he's genuinely asking the question, or if he's trying to flirt

OKAY WITH THE MUSIC PLAYING I THINK IT'S PROBABLY BOTH

IT'S FINALLY HAPPENED

HE FINALLY DID IT

THE TOP GOT FLUSTERED

BRO THAT IS SUCH A SUGGESTIVE SMILE

HE KNEW WHAT HE WAS DOING, THE LITTLE RASCAL

I think he should give him a good luck and goodbye kiss

I think they should kiss is what im saying

pLEASEKISS-

WAIT I DIDNT THINK THEY WOULD ACTUALLY LISTEN????

I know they're not actually gonna kiss. I know he's just gonna like tell sailom about how his grandma wont let him tutor him if he fails his midterms BUT I DONT CARE, I FELT VICTORIOUS FOR A SECOND, AND THAT'S NOT A FEELING I GET OFTEN SO LET ME BASK IN THE GLORY FOR A MOMENT

DUDE YOU'RE LITERALLY THE WIND TO HIS WINDMILL, OF COURSE YOU HAVE INFLUENCE

AND HAVE YOU SEEN HOW MUCH STUDYING KANG'S BEEN DOING WITH YOU?? YOU'VE HAD SUCH A POSITIVE IMPACT ON HIS LIFE ITS INSANE (and you should totally kiss about it)

HE'S LITERALLY LYING AWAKE THINKING ABOUT HIM, IF THAT ISN'T THE GAYEST SHIT IDK WHAT IS

I mean maybe it's the exams hes thinking about. but he's mostly thinking about how, if he doesnt pass all his exams, he'll lose sailom, and he doesnt want that because a) sailom could get beat up to a pulp again, and b) he doesn't want to lose sailom as his tutor when tutoring is like the only time they get to see each other and hang out, and he's realised how much he likes sailom and that he desperately doesn't want to lose that friendship - or the potential for it to become something more

conclusion: gay.

Y E S

YES YES YES YES YES

SIDE COUPLE MOMENT SIDE COUPLE MOMENT

THEY HATE EACH OTHER SO MUCH RN AND IT'S SO ENDEARING TO ME

THEY WANT TO RIP EACH OTHER LIMB FROM LIMB AND IT'S SO ROMANTIC

juST KISS

you can do it bby, you are incredible

I think he'd do a lot better if he had adhd meds

because he has adhd. it's canon I decided.

do you want some of my Vyvanse, kang?

OH LOOK AT THAT, IM CRYING AGAIN

oh look at that, I ran out of screenshots

OH LOOK AT THAT, IVE BEEN WATCHING THIS FOR OVER AN HOUR AND IM ABOUT 15 MINUTES INTO THE EPISODE. FRICK.

#I guess im not sleeping until like 3am today because its already 12:45 #quodekash disregards sleep because of dangerous romance #dangerous romance #dangerous romance series #dangerous romance the series #perthchimon #marcpawin #perth tanapon #chimon wachirawit #chimonperth #pawinmarc #pawin kulkaranyawich #marc pahun #kanghansailom #kangsailom #sailomkang #sailomkanghan #guynawa #nawaguy

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twistedgardens · 9 months

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If you're up for it, how about a dom!Lilia x rival!male reader?

The idea I had was the reader and Lilia have a long rivalry with each other, at first as mortal enemies in war but nowadays more fun rivals. And in this case, the two spared like usual, but with a bet to spice things up. The bet being who won the spar would Dom the other

Ahhhhh!

I'm so sorry 😭 I swear to God I wasn't ignoring this on purpose. I haven't had a lot of desire to write as much as I used to, so a lot of my requests and asks sit around collecting dust. I'm so sorry. I hope you're okay with this.

Also, keep in mind that I've only recently dabbled in m/m pairings. I'm very used to m/f pairings. I will inevitably get--uhhhh--things wrong. I'm working to improve my writing skills to be inclusive of all pairings, including m/m and f/f.

Sorry that this is such a long post. The 18+ content is below the cut. The first half is very tame. You'll know when the smut begins when you see this: 🔞18+ Content Below! Minors DNI! 18+ ONLY! 🔞. The first half is third person while the second half below the cut is in second person (i.e 'you.')

18+ Content: handjob (giving and receiving), blowjob (giving), fingering (is that right term?), anal with reach around, use of "good boy" and "sir," love bites/hickies, biting, slight blood play (if you squint really hard), scratching, pinning

Normally, a ballroom was reserved for...well, balls. However, such large spaces could serve other purposes. For instance, informal duels and fencing matches between Fae nobles. Prince Malleus didn't participate as he found fencing with mundane swords to be quite tedious, especially when he had some of the most powerful magic flowing through his veins. He hated crowds, so he did not usually watch the proceedings either. Lilia, on the other hand, LOVED this tradition. It made his bones feel not so old. And, beating the young whippersnappers every match made him feel especially young and proud like the fearsome Fae soldier he was once upon a time.

Steel sang as rapiers clashed together. The song was one Lilia was familiar with. It was a melody of prowess, skill, and cunning that made his blood spike. Sometimes violently like in the heat of battle, sometimes like the first notes of an orchestra. There were times he could almost dance to the clashing of swords. Of course, his days of war and bloodshed were over. Countless rivals and enemies were dead, banished, or had reconciled with the thorny kingdom of the Briar. Duels held in the ballroom we're for sport, and perhaps the occasional revenge over an insult or perceived slight. No one died as that broke the rules of decorum within the palace. A Fae will never risk the ire of the soon-to-be king by spilling blood on the grounds of petty drama or perceived insult. Fae nobles used duels to peacefully air out grievances, train and test their skills against one another, banter, flirt, and mostly to show off. The Fae were obsessed with presentation and opulence. Mortals might consider safety in their duels wearing padded gear similar to armor, mesh face shields, and helmets to protect their preciously fragile skulls from blunted rapiers. Fae were vastly different. Protection was unnecessary as personal honor was at stake if someone tried, purposely or not, to break the rule about causing needless bloodshed.

Lilia took his place at one end of the dueling ring. Twisted metal with imitation vines wrapped around the pommel. The gathered crowd of Fae stood silently. Nobody moved. Lilia sighed. How boring. To be as powerful as he is, he's drowning in honor and applause and yet no one will willingly step forward to spar with him. He was about to set his sword back in its sheath when some bold fool made his way through the crowd. Lilia smiled.

"Who is this little scamp coming up? Where's his mother?" Lilia mocked.

The young Fae lord barked out a laugh. "'Little scamp'? Ah, if only duels followed the rule of age before beauty. Why not put your money where your mouth is, old man?"

The Court stood aghast. By all appearances, the young lord looked young for a Fae. But appearances, they seemed to forget, were deceiving. The young man bantering with the great general was, in truth, only a few years younger than Lilia himself. He was closer in age to Lilia than half the Court. The opponents marched to the dueling ring. Crossing swords, they waited for the referee's signal. A bell rang to announce the beginning of the duel.

Though Lilia was the shorter of the two (and not by much), he somehow stood tall and confident. His "old" bones wielded the blade like he'd been born with it in hand. He moved quick as lightning. He parried and blocked each blow. His footwork helped him escape entrapment that would lead to defeat. A mischievous smirk played on his lips as he swung his blade. Muscles bulged under tunics as sweat began to bead down both their brows. Determined eyes met Lilia's. Lilia's opponent fought just as well. Unbeknownst to the Court, he might have fought by Lilia's side in the great war had he just been a little older. His skill, even as a much younger man, matched the trained general.

"My Lord Lilia, I must admit my admiration of you. To be an elder of the Court and duel in the armor that you do. It's a bold statement, if you'll allow me to say so. I'm quite enchanted by the armor you wear to duels. Is the armor a declaration of your undying love for fashion or to impress the ladies?" The young Fae lord chuckled.

Their swords clashed. The swordsmen blocked each other and forged ahead. Lilia and the Fae lord crossed weapons. Steel sang in their ears.

"It is not the ladies I am to impress," said Lilia.

Their banter echoed through the hall as they circled each other, blades crossed but neither budging. The air crackled with anticipation. Only Lilia and the young lord laughed. The Court stood in solemn quiet. With a sudden burst of speed, Lilia lunged forward, his sword breaking the hold and slicing through the air. His opponent parried with a bit more effort as the blade cut into his tunic at the elbow. The young lord blocked again. It took all his strength this time to push Lilia back.

"And, who are you trying to impress, m'lord?"

"Wouldn't you like to know?" Said Lilia.

Their dance continued, each parry and thrust a testament of each other's skills. They moved with fluid grace with steps in near perfect sync as though their souls were choreographing the fight itself. This was not their first duel, nor their last. They'd been clashing swords for centuries. First, over petty clan politics and courtly disputes, and then to something else entirely. Stubbornness to not let the other win? For play? To show off? Who knew what the reason was anymore other than they both liked it. Blades clashed in increased fervor. Heat rising in their blood. Swords sliced through the air. The only damage done was to each other's clothes. The first blood had not been won. And so, they continued. Sword fights should be quick, so for their duel to run on and on was highly unorthodox. Nobody stopped them either, of course. Who was going to tell Lord Lilia Vanrouge to end his duel and forfeit?

Lilia feigned a stumble, which his opponent fell for. He smiled a toothy grin, which showed off his fangs. They were like silver daggers in his mouth. He licked the front of his teeth knowing that his opponent would be watching.

"Say, old friend," said Lilia. "Would you like to make a wager?"

"Betting in the middle of a duel? Pretty bold of you, m'lord," said the young Fae lord.

"But that's the exciting part, isn't it?"

Their swords locked together once more with their faces mere inches from one another. They pushed each other though neither moved. Lilia dropped his voice to a husky whisper that only his young opponent could hear.

"If I win, I get to use that pretty mouth of yours, and everything else, however I want tonight. You win, you can fuck me instead. How does that sound?"

"That's awfully naughty of you, m'lord. Are you truly that desperate to be dominated?"

Lilia chuckled. "Don't be so sure of victory. You still have to catch up to me."

Lilia's magic surged through the air. Magic was never against the rules as long as it didn't cause permanent damage. Anything goes so as you don't maim them. Win at all costs.

Lilia floated in the air feet above the Fae lord. Without his feet on the ground, he was somehow better. He dodged with more grace and ease like a feather on the wind. Fire burned behind his wine-colored eyes. The Fae lord struggled to keep up with Lilia's lightning quick slashes. He could not reach Lilia. He summoned his own magic to bring up vines to snatch Lilia out of the air, but his sword could not block the next attack. His arms grew heavy. The force of Liia's blade against his made the lord's arms shudder and throb. His hands dropped his sword. He swore and ducked to seize his weapon when a trickle of something warm stopped him. A stinging sensation cut into his cheek. He saw Lilia floating back down to the ground, a smug look on his face.

"General Lilia Vanrouge wins!" Announced the referee.

The duelists sheathed their swords. Lilia and the young Fae lord walked towards each other. They shook hands, but before he could pull away, Lilia whispered in his ear.

"I look forward to seeing you tonight," he said.

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The palace lay in relative stillness. Its Court lay in their beds or went gallivanting to amuse themselves in the late hours. A candle sputtered as you held it out to light your way. The castle guards stood at their posts near the entrance, but not in the main halls. There was either a serious flaw in the castle's security or on purpose. Nobody else would be able to convince them to leave the sleeping quarters of the Court's most important member, Lilia Vanrouge, or the queen and prince themselves unprotected. Not that the royal family or the famed general need armed guards; their magic was powerful enough on their own. The halls were quiet enough to let you hear the gentle pounding of your heart in your chest.

Lilia's door was just the way you remembered it. A grand arched stone frame with bats and intricate vines carved around it. You reached out to knock on the door when it opened seemingly on its own. The door creaked open. In the doorway, Lilia stood in a black nightshirt that barely reached his knees. He pulled you in by the wrist. His chambers were the same as before too. Collections from far away places strewn around the room, clothes discarded on the floor (a bane to the existence of the chambermaids), forgotten books left open where he stopped reading, and a large four-poster bed with blankets yanked aside as if you just woke him in the middle of the night. But contrariwise, he'd been waiting for you. The blazing hearth would have been turned out if Lilia had been sleeping up until you approached his chamber door. Neither would there be candles in every corner to provide atmospheric lighting. Your eyes quickly adjusted to the warm lighting of the room compared to the near darkness of the corridors outside the door.

Lilia tugged you towards the large bed. Your candle was safely deposited on a stack of books. Lilia's nimble fingers tugged at your shirt tucked into your pants, pulling the garment out of his way. His lips enveloped yours in a kiss while pushing you towards the bed. Your back landed with a soft thump into the mattress and a pile of pillows. Lilia crawled on top of you and straddled your waist. His nightshirt rode up to expose his thighs. Deft hands made quick work of your shirt. He pulled it off without tearing nary a thread and toss it somewhere to be lost among Lilia's own garments. Lilia muttered a spell that untied your boots, slipped them off your feet, and laid them near the bed, though you weren't sure where. It didn't seem to matter all that much where your personal belongings disappeared to when Lilia kissed you hard. When Lilia broke the kiss, you panted for air. He lowered his head and his lips descended upon your neck. Lilia nipped and suckled on your flesh, leaving a map of hickies along your throat down to your collar bone.

You couldn't help but buck your hips against him; you needed friction to alleviate that ache growing in your lower belly. Lilia laughed. His hand reached behind him to cup the bulge in your pants. He smiled down at you. A flash of fang made you shudder.

"Eager, are we?" Lilia chuckled.

"Ancestors, yes." You moaned.

"Good."

He worked the laces that fastened your pants closed. You sighed as Lilia peeled away the front of your pants, pushed aside your undergarments, and freed your cock from its confines. He pinned you down to the bed with one hand while the other stroked the shaft of your cock. Lilia's nails dug into your shoulder as he rocked his hips into your stomach. He made long, languid strokes up and down the length of you. He teased the tip with his thumb until you rolled your eyes back. Lilia kissed you hard on the mouth. His hand was suddenly gone. You bucked your hips in protest but all that accomplished was for Lilia to pin your hips down with his thighs and your wrists to the bed. He licked your lips with sensual caresses of his tongue before invading your mouth. Lilia explored with his tongue and teeth the cavern of your mouth and your lips. He nibbled on your bottom lip and only stopped when a speck of blood blossomed. Lilia lapped it up, of course, moaning at the taste of you. You were trapped as a butterfly pinned to a shadowbox, unable to resist.

Lilia let you go. He lift his nightshirt up and over his head to reveal that he was completely bare underneath. Not that you couldn't tell before. You felt his skin against your stomach, his cock resting on your belly. He slid further up your body until he sat on your chest. Lilia took one of your hands and guided it to his cock.

"Put yourself to good use for me. Get me nice hard so I can fuck you like you deserve," said Lilia.

You didn't need to be told twice. He wasn't asking you, he was commanding. You stroked his beautiful, long cock. Slow at first, then picked up the pace. The faster you stroked him, the faster Lilia rode your chest. He pinned down your other hand to the bed.

"Good boy, yeah. That feels nice, but lets put that mouth to work too. You were so rude to me earlier. You really aught to mind your manners around your elders."

Lilia pushed your hand aside in favor of rubbing the tip of his cock against your lips. He pressed his knees into your shoulders and gathered both your wrists in a single hand. You opened your mouth for him. Lilia rocked himself in and out of your mouth. You were "forced" to suck and take him down your throat. In truth, there was no other place you'd rather be than pinned beneath him and suck his cock. You gagged and sputtered around his cock, not that you minded. He tasted divine when shoved down your throat. Lilia made you take all of him and held it there. You gasped for air when Lilia finally released you.

Your pants and boxers were shoved out of his way. Lilia pinned your shoulders to the bed and spread your legs. He caressed your skin from the back of your thighs and up your spine. His hands felt soft as velvet. He squeezed the globes of your ass in the same way an artist appreciates a sculpture, that is until Lilia smacked your backside with a harsh slap of his palm. You squeaked at the shock of it, but the surprised sound turned into a moan when Lilia did it again to the other cheek. You were surely bruised back there by the time he finished. He continued to grope you, making you moan and bite into his sheets. Lilia reached into his bedside table for a glass bottle of oil you were very familiar with. He dabbed some on his hands and poured more onto your ass. His fingers teased your hole. He probed the outer ring then slipped a finger inside. You gripped the sheets until your knuckles ached. When he saw you could withstand more, Lilia added another finger. Slowly, almost cruelly, he pumped his fingers inside your hole. You stretched around him with the help of the oil. Lilia raked his nails down your back as you took more and more of his fingers. Lilia could burrow three of them to the knuckles before he yanked them away.

"Beg," he said.

"L-Lilia, please fuck me. Please fuck me, sir."

"Good boy," said Lilia.

You bit into one of Lilia's pillows as the blunt head of his cock pressed against your hole. He slipped inside with little effort. Stars burst behind your eyes when Lilia buried himself to the hilt inside your body. Lilia allowed you a moment to adjust to his cock buried so deep before fucking you like he hated you. The four-poster bed rattled and banged against the wall. Thank goodness for thick stone castle walls. Lilia grabbed your hips as he ravaged your insides. Your moans and screams of pleasure were muffled by the pillow between your teeth. You felt your own cock bobbing with the force of Lilia's thrusts. A small amount of pain was born out of your lower belly as you were impossibly hard. You needed to cum, but weren't sure if Lilia would let you so soon.

"Don't be shy now." Lilia yanked the pillow out of your mouth. "Tell me how good my cock makes you feel. Do you want me to touch you? Pleasure you? Do you want to cum, pup?"

"Y-Yes!" You wailed.

"Very good." Lilia kissed your shoulder blade. He reached around to stroke your cock. "You can cum whenever you want. Just keep making those sounds for me."

Lilia rocked into you fast and hard. He stroked and rubbed your cock while never missing a beat. He was just as eager as you were to cum. Your nails dug into the sheets and your hands curled into fists. You lay your head on the side so he could hear you moan. Between the vicious pounding you were receiving and Lilia stroking your cock, there was no stopping it. Lilia wound you up like a toy. A spring curled tight in your belly and released. Pleasure surged down your spine to the base. You came in his hand, spurting all over his hand and your stomach. You felt it drip unto the bed beneath you as Lilia shoved you into the mattress. You went limp, boneless, under his care. Lilia became a beast the closer he got to reaching his own satisfaction. His fangs pierced your skin, but never enough to damage. He left little wounds as souvenirs for you.

When his hips sputtered to halt, that's when you knew. Thick ropes filled you up, which made your eyes roll back again. You moaned at the feel of his cum seeping deep inside your body and dripping down from your hole. Lilia slipped out after spending himself. He moved slowly as if with great reluctance from your welcoming, warm, wet hole. Lilia left the bed for a moment and returned with damp clothes for the both of you. He washed you with such gentleness that matched the ferocity with which he fucked you. You climbed out of bed in search of your clothes, only for Lilia to grab your wrist and pull you back into bed.

"Just where do you think you're going?" Lilia chuckled. He yanked you under the sheets that had magically changed into dry, clean bedding. Lilia pulled you against his framed. The fire in the hearth puttered to a small flame and the candles littered around the room puttered out.

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tparker48 · 2 years

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Request for TinyToy0

It had been almost a year since the goverment messed with a chemical plant. Deciding to cease in its production since an accident had accord. According to the records, they were working on something that would keep large amounts of products under wraps shrinking them in size so they were easily transportable. It would save them money in the long run, theoretically. Deciding to test their hypothesis, they began to test them. Bringing in a bunch of materials to try them on as they fired a spray onto boxes found from the storage. Seeing the effects they would cause as some them shrank on their platforms.

It seemed to be successful so far according to the results, so they continued. Bringing in the next batch of boxes as the scientist sprayed them once more. But this time, they were left out a slight detail. As one of the boxes began to shrink, a can of nitrogen exploded out as it caused a chain reaction. Hitting the container that contained the shrinking spray as it too bursted out of its can. Casting a large smaug from the mixed chemicals inside as they spread all throughout the factory.

Bursting out into the atmosphere as the weather became effected. Mixing in with a gust of wind from the north as it scattered the chemicals all around. Leaving behind a mess of shrunken items at the factory, as the scientist without suits inside were now miniaturized by blast. After the disaster, a national announcement was given to the surrounding area. Due to the mixture of the wind the chemicals with the spray had morphed the weather. Creating a fog-like atmosphere along the far coast as a bluish stream trickled within it. For those who come across this fog, citizens were warned to stay in doors during the duration it was out. Thankfully, meteorologist have studied this new change in the weather. From what occured almost a year ago would be almost rare now in time of age. Or at least, so they thought.

**present day**

"Come one Sheldon, I Don't have all day"

"I'm..Trying!" Sheldon gritted. His body shaking as he pushed against the form above him.

"Push harder. You're barely even budging"

"Easy for you to say! What's next?!"

"Got a red one"

"A red what"

"Hmm..."

"A red what?! My hands slipping!"

"A reeed.."

"Grgh..ggh!" Fowp! Sheldon's body collapsed as he fell over ontop of the plastic mat. The form above him still cast over his head as he scorned at it.

"Left foot" Bryan finished. Still holding his body over Sheldon as his limbs spread across the mat.

"You held that on purpose! I almost won that one!"

"Suure you did,you mighta made if you had some more stamina. That's two out of three bud" Bryan said.

"I swear it's only in the game of twister where you have the advantage. You've got longer limbs than I do" Sheldon turned towards the timer as it ticked away on the side of the mat. "gah, let alone how thick they are on their own."

Fwomp! Bryan's legs finally let up as they crashed into the mat. Belly flopping ontop of sheldon as the big guy's crotch above crashed into against the back of his shoulders.

"Oh come on, I'm not that big am I?" bryan asked teasingly. "Its hard on its own to move without making sure you got space. But hey, it always feels rather nice having ya close like this. Really gets me feeling good" He rocked himself in place as he wiggled around the mat. Rubbing against against Sheldon in the process as he added more pressure to his crotch. But jolted up as a thud landed along his balls. Forcing him to roll over on his back. "ooo" he groaned from the discomfort.

"Did that feel good?" Sheldon asked, smirking playfully.

"Heh, now who's the cheapshot" Bryan responded. A hand extending out towards him as he used it to help him up. Still rubbing his crotch partially as a tingled sensation faintly remained.

"Hey you started it, I finished it. Now we're even." Sheldon added, helping Bryan get to his feet before he made his way to the kitchen. "anyway, what do ya want to eat? I'll make it while you're waiting."

"I was actually thinking we'd go out to eat. Heard there was a great cafe place down the road."

"Down the road? Nah, I don't really have that much money on me at the moment."

"Don't worry, I'll pay for it. You just gotta drive."

"But I don't feel like driving, It's a little bit dark out there and I get tired easily when the sun's dow-" Before Sheldon could finish, he felt a pair of arms wrap around him before they hoisted him up. Turning him over as he landed over a shoulder. "Hey!"

"Nah-ah, we're going. We always eat at your place when it's late. I want some foood!" Bryan roared.

"You're not gonna let this go are you?.."

"Heh, Nope!"

"Fine.."Sheldon sighed "But you better not get anything special like that restrauntnt last week."

"Ah that restraunt, still remember the lobster platter."

"Bryan."

"Alright alright, I won't" Bryan said. Carrying Sheldon off to the garage as he dropped Sheldon off at the driver's side. Proceeding to move onto the passenger's side.

Later arriving in downtown, the two made their way into the cafe restraunt. Sitting next to the window as they both drank their beverages. "Alright, I'll admit, this is a pretty good place" Sheldon admitted, taking little sips from his cup.

"I know right? And they even have pumpkin spice"

"You always were a fan Bryan, still remember all those cups ya had before we had that test back in Uni."

"Yeah those were the days, had a hell of a energentic spree as soon as we got out. But eventually it did calm down. Thanks to you and your patch of Ice tea."

"The power of the tea, never forget it" Sheldon responded, taking another sip of his drink as he placed it back on the table. Beginning to get a slight chill as he shivered in place "Speaking of ice, It's cold in here."

"Maybe it's the power of the Ice tea" Bryan teased.

"Har har..gimme a sec, I'm gonna head outside to warm up a little." Sheldon got up from the table, making his way towards the door.

"Gotcha, I'll wait for ya in here." Bryan said, returning to his drink as he took another sip.

Meanwhile outside, Sheldon exited out of the restraunt's door. Letting it close on its own as he sat in one of the empty chairs. "goofball, he always was a fan of the place. Though it could really use a heater" he shivered "Way too cold in there."

He sat back in the chair as he gazed up at the center lights further down the road. Admiring its luminescent glow as the towers and skyscrapers shined in the moonlight sky. "A beautiful sight tonight. I suppose it wasn't such a bad idea to head here this time around" he admitted, resting his eyes before he leaned back in the chair. But couldn't get comfortable as he started to smell sulfur. Flaring up his nose even more as he tried to clear it out. "What the?" He said puzzled, looking for the source of it. But found nothing along the streets, but instead a large fog stretching overhead. A bluish color mixed within as they had a slight glow.

"that's a weird looking fog." Sheldon said, a drop landing in his forehead as he extended a hand out to it. "Rain?.."

As more droplets started to trickle down, it slowly started to pour harder. It's soft drips turning into a large roar as a wall of water traveled down the street. Forcing Sheldon to get up from his spot as he booked it toward the door. Holding his arms out in front of him to shield himself from it, but it wasn't enough as they slipped between its gaps. Busting inside, Sheldon was completely drenched. His clothes hugged against his body. His shoes soggy, as the liquid caught within his shoes soaked into the matt below. "Hah..hah" Sheldon panted, Bryan coming over to check on him.

"Woah man, you look like you just got out of a car wash. What happened out there?"

"Rain happened.." He said bluntly, pointing out at the window as the rain poured down more of its water. The bluish clouds still flowing over head as the wind carried them over. "Now my clothes are all wet."

"Rain really did a number on you. Here, I've got an umbrella for situation like these. I'll take you home so you can get changed."

"Yes please, I can't sit in a restraunt like this." Sheldon said. Bryan making his way back to the table as he collected his stuff. Wrapping his jacket around Sheldon as he guided him out the door. Umbrella in hand as he shielded the two of them from the rain.

After a short drive back, Bryan dropped off sheldon at the door. Still remaining in the car as he made sure he made his way inside.

"Thanks for the ride Bryan, but are sure you don't want your jacket?"

"Keep it. You'll need it while your clothes dry off. Besides, I can get a free wash here than at the department.

"Pff, ass"

"Heh. Anyway, you just make sure you get dry. I'll stop by in the morning." Bryan said to him, Sheldon giving him a thumbs up in return before he made his way inside.

Taking off his jacket as he took off the soaked clothes underneath. Tossing them over towards the laundry area as he walked around in Bryan's Jacket. "could he at least give me a heads up about this thing. It smells so smokey" he complained, making his way upstairs as he went in his room. Taking off Bryan Jackets before he burritoed himself within his covers. "Ah well, I'm home now. Guess I can get a bit of rest before I work in the morning. Maybe even catch a few jogs before I do." Giving out a very light yawn, Sheldon snuggled into his covers. Burrowing himself within like a fox as he cradled himself together. Letting the warmth from the fabric take over as he fell into deep sleep.

(Morning)

The sun would be coming up as it shined its glow over the neighborhood. Rising slowly into the air as the birds started to chirp to welcome it. Inside the house, the light would start to pierce through the curtains, its beams laying across the bed as Sheldon still remained covered. Sluggishly waking up as he saw the light touch the walls. "Morning already?" He yawned. "Must've been a pretty good sleep."

Adjusting his eyes, his ears were welcomed with an abrupt ring as his ears cowered in its sound. His heart nearly skipping a beat as Sheldon jolted in place.

"There's the alarm" He said unhappy, reaching over towards it to turn it off. But only made it half way as his hand stopped at the entrance of the cover's cave. "What the..I never had trouble reach its before" He thought to himself. Continuing to reach for it as he felt himself start to strain. "Come on..come" he said as he waved his hands for it. Leaning over the edge of his bed to reach, but lost his balance as he felt himself tumble to the floor. The covers wrapped around him as he pushed and pulled on the fabric. "Gah Seriously!" He groaned, clawing out for open as the folds of the covers overlapped on one another.

"Nah!" He roared as he popped out from underneath. The covers flying off as his body was finally free. Looking around, Sheldon couldn't help but feel something was off. His gaze only met the edge of the bed. The table with the alarm now almost head height, as the beeping continued. "What is going on.." Sheldon muttered to himself, pressing the snooze button as he made his way to the stairs. But stopped as he got to the mirror. "Aah?!" He gasped. Looking at the mirror. He could hardly recognize himself as he patted around his body in a panick. "What the hell happened to me?! My body! My size!"

As he focused on his reflection in the mirror, his phone along the bed began to ring. Snapping Sheldon from his panick as he raced to answer it. It was Bryan.

On the other line, Bryan would be getting ready for the day as he placed the phone on speaker. Tidying his bed before making his way towards his clothes, but stopped as the ringtone finally stopped. "Oh hey, you're up! How'd ya sleep bud?"

"I've lost my size!"

"Your size? i don't think you need a size thing. You already know you come up to my waist.

"No Bryan, I lost my size!"

"Hmm, perhaps you slept for too long. Look, whatever's going on with your size, Im sure its not that bad.."

(10 minutes later at the hospital)

**Slam**

"Clear away, my bud needs to get checked!" Bryan announced. Carrying Sheldon on his shoulder as he made his way to the desk.

"What happened to it not being that bad?!"

"Forget what I said!" Bryan responded, standing in front of the counter as the receptionist typed away at her computer. "Hey! I need a doctor."

"I'll be able to page you through, but you must wait. The doctor's is busy with other customer's."

"Forget the other customers! He needs to be seen."

"Bryan calm yourself!" Sheldon said, patting at his back to het his attention.

"Your friend is right.." another voice chimed i. Adoctor standing in the door frame. "I'll take it from here Diane" he said to the receptionist. Ushering a hand towards them as he guided them into the hallways past the door. Leading towards many rooms residing near the sides as most of doors were open. As Sheldon and Bryan past them, they couldn't help but look inside. In one room, there was a person sitting on a bed. His size no bigger than a regular sized chair. And in another, an even smaller person as they barley stood out from the covers. Slim movements noting their presence as wiggles glossed over the surface.

"Oh man"

"Look at how many there are"

"And this is just the first floor" The doctor added, opening the door in front of him as he held the door. "Place him over there." He said, pointing over towards the bed.

"Alright.." Bryan said, taking Sheldon over to the bed as put him him down. Making his way over to the chair next to him as the doctor approach.

"Now, let's see what we got going here.." The doctor said, grabbing his tool out of the drawer as he placed a stethoscope along Sheldon's chest. "Hmm.." They puzzled, vringing over another tool as he checked his pressure.

"How bad is it doc?"

"well, your body appears to be normal according the rate scale. But your size is something is the one in question" the doctor said, making his way towards the side of the room as he pulled out a radiation machine. "If you would be so kind as to step next to me Mr. Bryan."

"Oh uh sure.." Getting up from his chair, Bryan mafe his way to the doctor. Standing just behind him as they fiddled at the machine.

"Now sheldon, you are going to see a bright light. But do not worry, it is only temporary."

"Okay.." He nodded. In a brief moment, a flash filled the room as it forced. Him to shield his eyes. His pupils shrinking from the burst as a glowing figure remained as he closed his eyes. As it went away, he blinked a few times before his vision came back.

"Splendid job Sheldon, you can relax now. I'll be right back after I check in with the other doctors for the results." The doctor said, heading back into the hallway as he left the two alone. Bryan making his way towards Sheldon as he sat down next to him on the bed.

"You good buddy?"

"Yeah I'm fine, just anxious is all."

"Hey, don't worry" Bryan said softly, placing a hand on Sheldon's shoulder. "Everything's gonna be okay." He assured to him. Sheldon giving out a slight nod as he lightly smiled back.

After a couple of minutes, the doctor returned. Notes in hand as he made his way to the desk. "hmm.."

"What is it doc?"

"Your vitals were normal in standard to rates, but your radiation is what's the issue." Pulling out the data from his folder, the doctors placed them on the scanner as he typed into the computer next to the wall "According to the data collected in the lab, your sudden shrinkage has done a number on your size. With an estimation, your expected to shrink further over the course of three months."

"Three Months?!" The two gasped.

"Yes."

"Is there a cure for it?" Sheldon asked.

"No" the doctor said, folding his glasses as he put them in his pocket. "There's no distinctive cure that would help when the process has begun. Not since the cataclysm that happened a year ago.."

"But I can't be..I can't just.." Sheldon fumbled at his words, his heart racing as the news hit him immensely.

The doctor approached Sheldon as he placed a hand on his shoulder "The best that you can do now, is prepare yourself." The doctor said, giving him a bit of space as he gave the the room. "if you need any assistance during the trasnition, the hospital will help as best we can."

"We shall keep that in mind doctor." Bryan said for the two of them, Sheldon still effected by the news as he stared at himself in the mirror.

"I'm really gonna loose my size, But I can't. I don't want to!"

"Hey come on, he didn't say indefinitely. Just an estimation. And even if your small, I'll take care of ya bud" Bryan said as he returned a hand along his shoulder. But Sheldon's expression only frowned more before he got up from the bed.

"Come on..let's go." Sheldon moped, making his way towards the day.

"Yeah..sure." Bryan followed behind him.

First month:

During the first month, more of the symptoms started to arise as Sheldon slumped out of bed. His feet now dangling off the side, he slid off the bed to get down. Making his way towards the mirror as he looked at his reflection. It was like looking at small child as his clothes barely held themselves on his shoulders. Sagging around his arms as the bottom of his shirt hanged over his knees. "Hmph!" Sheldon sighed stressfully, forcing the loose fabric upward before he made his way downstairs.

"Never thought I'd have to use these more than ever" He said to himself, using the side handles of the stairs as he took slow steps upon each platform. Fighting against gravity as they aligned on a sloped angle. "easy does it..easy-Gah!" Taking a step forward, his knee snagged against his shirt. Jolting him forward as he shielded his head for impact along the steps. But it never came, instead something behind him grabbed him. Holding him up as he was puzzled at why. Looking back, he saw Bryan at the the top of the steps.

"Gotcha!" He said in relief, pulling Sheldon back to his feet as he let him adjust.

"Thanks..Bryan"

"that was a close one Sheldon, are you alright?"

"Yes yes, I'm fine. Just..slipped is all. I can make it down." Sheldon said, continuing to use the handles along the staircase.

"Are sure you can? I don't want you to fall again. I could-"

"No no, I got it" Sheldon assured.

Making their way downstairs, Bryan and Sheldon would be in the middle area of the house. Making their way into the kitchen as Sheldon made hus way to the fridge. "What do you want to eat?" Sheldon asked.

"Hmm..Im not really hungry right now. Had a brief lunch before I came here."

"I see, well then I suppose I can fix something for myself. Maybe some pancakes. I'll just need to get batter out from the.." Approaching the shelf, sheldon looked up at the counter as the cabinet rested along the corner. Just out of reach as it loomed out of reach. "Cabinet."

"The cabinet huh? I can get that for you."

"O-on second thought, I'm not hungry."

"Oh?..you sure?"

"Yeah.." Sheldon walked off, making his through the rest of the house. Leaving Bryan in the kitchen as he went to the bathroom.

Second month:

As the weeks went by, Sheldon grew much more stressed as he tried to move on with his life. Picking up a slightly new hobby as he browsed around dating sites to see who he'd hook up with. None would bite at first, as his notifications remained empty throughout most of the week. But he eventually got the attention of someone, a notification popping up on the envelope as he jumped to his sheet.

"Hello, I saw your profile and thought you seemed pretty interesting to talk to."

"Hey thanks!" Sheldon quickly responded. "Glad to hear you enjoyed it. And I'd be happy to talk with ya."

"Awesome! Mind if we share photos? Get to know each other a little better?"

"Crap..well..here goes nothing" Sheldon thought to himself, leaning his body onto the space bar. Hopping over to the camera view as the webcam above flash on. A recording symbol soon displaying itself on the right hand corner of the screen.

"Calling..Calling"

"No! No! That's the video screen!"

**Beep!** "Straight to face camming huh? I dig it. Well, Sheldon what do you thi-whooah you're short." The guy on the other end paused. Leaning closer to the screen as hands fumbled on the screen.

"Y-yeah..But hey! We can still chat can't we?!"

"Er, sorry buddy. I don't think that would work out. Don't get me wrong, you seem like a cool dude, but I Don't exactly know how to handle someone so..small."

"No wai-" **Beep!**

"Gggrh!" Sheldon gritted, slamming into the keys as he angrily pressed them down. "Damnit!"

As Sheldon contiued his rage at the computer, Bryan walked in to check in on him. A cup of coffee in hand as he slowly moved into the frame. "Hey buddy..uh..how did the talk go with your match?"

"How do you think how it went!" Sheldon snapped.

"Ah..I'm sorry. I shouldn't have asked that-"

"No It's-..it's fine.." Sheldon sighed stressfully, slumping into the cotton ball behind him. "I'm just..in a lot of stress right now." He said as he got comfortable, a small mug slowly pushed in front of him as Bryan sat in the chair behind him.

"Wanna talk about it?"

"No..but it seems you won't accept that answer huh?"

"nope.."

"..." Sheldon grumbled at the response, but loosened himself as he leaned against the cotton ball. "Gah this stupid shrinkage is gonna be the death of me. I can't eat on my, walk on my own. I don't even have the luxury of walking in my own house!"

"Well technically you do, just got a long ways to go down the stairs and-" Sheldon gave a glance towards Bryan as he frowned disapprovingly. "Right shutting up.."

Sheldon only gave out another stressful sigh before he looked forward at the screen. "I mean how am I supposed to have a sex life when Im small like this? No person anywhere would want to have to be babysitter to their own boyfriend." Sheldon claimed, slumping more into the cottonball as he looked at the open notification above. "I might as well just stop trying at this point."

A brief silence filled the room as the two sat in their chairs. Bryan stirring a bit as he struggled how best to comfort him. But with a glimpse in his mind, he gave out a slight sigh before he loomed closer to Sheldon. "Listen, I gotta tell you something" he announced as he softly pinched into the cotton ball. Turning it around as Sheldon faced towards him.

"Hmm? What's up?"

"You remember all those times during our fun that we had together? That I always liked being on top of you?"

"Yeah?.."

"Well you see..I..er.." Bryan choked on his words as he tried to get them out. But became to flustered as he jumbled around them. Sheldon watching him curiously as he shifted his gaze around. "I really liked having that interaction with you." He finally managed to speak.

"Hmm?!"

"I know, it's wierd. But something about our time like that always seems to set me ablaze. Makes me feel nice when I'm around you. In a way.." He paused, taking a sharp breath before he finally spoke "Your friendship is one of the things that I cherish most. And so, if you want. Would you like to further our fun together?"

"You mean intimately?"

"Yeah. Er! But if you don't if you don't want to, I understand! Just thought it be a special thing between us as good friends."

"Hmm.."

"Y-you're right, I shouldn't have asked that of you. I should-" as he started to move back, he stopped when Sheldon moved closer. His arms wrapped around his finger.

"No no, It's alright. I don't mind at all. Never thought our fun together would mean that much to you. To be honest I do as well." Sheldon admitted, hugging into his finger "And I would love to have that kind of fun with you Bryan."

Bryan blushed as he watched his friend hug his finger. Shaking it off as he finally looked back down to him "Im glad to hear it Sheldon. Would you..you know..would you like to try it now. I wanted to wait til you were more calm to ask."

"You know for a big guy like yourself, you really are a softy on the inside." Sheldon responded, getting a laugh out of Bryan as he finally gave his answer. "Hehe, I would love to bud."

With a nod, Bryan led down his hand as he lowered to retrieve Sheldon. Waiting for him to hop on as he made his way towards the bed. With his free hand, he took off his shorts as he slinked it down his legs as he walked. Revealing the red boxers underneath as the elastic fabric squeaked with each stride. Sitting down as he placed Sheldon at the end of the bed. "Now, if it gets too much, Im more than happy to stop when you like. Just let me know..alright?"

"I got it. Just make sure you try not to move alot." Sheldon responded, Bryan giving a soft nod as he sat onto the bed. The leg near sheldon hoisting itself over, as it landed on the otherside. The other coming up as it rested along the edge. As sheldon adjusted himself, he looked forward towards Bryan. A wall of calves and thighs surrounding him as a carpet of his own covers led to the crotch ahead. "Alright..Here goes."

He moved slowly towards the Bryan, taking light steps over the folds that stuck out from the covers as made his way to way to red wall up ahead. Clasping around its elastic surface, he used it to hoist himself up the top. The smell of axe and cologne filling his nostrils as they flared up with each breath. Running out of room, he grabbed onto one of the flaps as he hoisted himself over it. A sudden thud welcoming him inside as an outline from the crotch swelled out from it.

"Easy down there, Its got a mind of its own."

"Easier said than done.." Sheldon responded, swaying himself around it as he latched onto the other flap. "Okay, I think I got a hold" Sheldon said as he tugged at the fabric. Hoisting himself upwards to get over the edge. Managing to get his arms around the top. But fumbled to get his legs over it. "Come on..a little more" He fumbled, his feet dancing around the side as they did their best to register a hold. Digging them deeper into the fabric, one of his feet would sink into the flap as it drawed them slightly apart. Feeling a sudden warm surface begin to touch at his leg, before his body thrusted upward. "Woah!" He yelped, as thick flesh pushed into his stomach, carrying him up into the air as he staired at the neck from up top.

"Now you got it excited, guess it wanted to say hello" Bryan chuckled.

"You could have at least given me a heads up you had a hard on" Sheldon said, clinging onto the head as the puffed edges squished into his palm.

"I did say you should take it easy" He chuckled in response, playfully swaying his hips as his cock swayed around slowly. "Come on, slide down." He said to sheldon.

Sheldon would still be stiff as he clinged ontop of the shaft, but loosened as he slowly leaned his backside downward. Letting the rest of his body follow as gravity sent him down. It was a rough way down as he began to slide. The thick foreskin Dragging along his belly as it retracted itself underneath his chin. But thankfully that was the only obstacle, As sheldon slid down with a much quicker pace. Bouncing onto the bulky bulge underneath as he hugged at the base.

"Better now?" Bryan asked.

"Yes, now that I'm on some ground. Thankfully the soft kind." Sheldon commented, patting against the bulge underneath.

"Oooh" Bryan muttered, circling his hips from the sudden touch. "Yeah, they are soft when their not tense. Hold on tight for a sec." Bryan said, grabbing ahold of the waist. Sheldon giving a slight nod before cling9 to the base of the shaft. The fabric beginning to lift as base slinked through the opening of the boxers. Watching it climb up it length with swift glide before they came if the cliff with a sudden bounce. The hand along the briefs moving them the boxers trailed over Brya's legs. Kicked off at the feet as he laid bare on the bed. "there we go." Brian announced.

"Sheesh pack alot under there.." Sheldon Muttered.

"I heard that."

"Er! I mean I've seen better."

"Come now bud, you don't have to lie. It's just the two of us." Bryan teased

"Yeah I suppose your right. Never seen your body like this before."

"You're welcome to touch it if you like." Byan added.

"Really? A-ah I mean yeah sure, why not." Sheldon said, playing it off partially as he gazed back down at the bulk below.

"The floor is yours little buddy." Bryan said, Spreading his legs further apart to leave room.

Sheldon paused for abut as he pondered on the decision, but didn't take too long as he loosened his grip on the shaft. Letting himself lean back as the loose pouch of the sack's skin cushioned his descemt. Letting him glide down its surface as he rolled of them onto his feet. "Wow, they're really big" He admired, moving in closer to them as the orbs rested in the center. He soon placed a palm onto them, feeling its warm surface spill into his hands as the folds covered over his hand. They felt slick at as the glistened sweat trickle onto his finger. But the closer he pressed, they started to become more firm.

"How's it going bud?"

"It's..Nice. It's like im touching a giant bean bag" Sheldon commented, bringing his other hand against his as he proceeded to squeeze around them. The folds climbing up as Bryan moaned, but descended back down as the spilled onto his wrist.

"Nice. That's good." Bryan huffed, wrapping a hand around the base of his shaft as he slowly stroked. A soft grip along its length as he glided it up to the top. Enjoying the little sensation of hands along his balls. Bringing a hand lower, he laid his hand against Sheldon's back. bringing him in more close to the large orbs as he cupped them into his hand. Letting them lay ontop of him as he left some space for him to rub. "Rub as much as you like Sheldon." He soothed through his teeth.

"You got it." Sheldon replied back, his soft glides turning into light grips as he kneaded his fingers between the folds of the clammed skin. Brushing over the strands of hairs along them as he rubbed over the bulk of the orbs. A clear view of the ceiling above as the shaft danced in its pleasure. Almost as if it was waving at him from high above the hill of flesh. As he continued to rub, a slight drip came from up top. Landing along his forehead as a bit of it drooped into his hair. Wiping it off, he looked at it's liquid form. The substance seeming thicker, and milky as he could barely see through it. "Of course, he's leaking already." Sheldon muttered. "Well then, let's kick things up for him."

Using his legs, Sheldon wiggled his feet around underneath Bryan. Brushing his toes underneath his taint as the warm smooth skin against them compressed with each digit. Proceeding to knead into them tenderly as Bryan shifted and turned in his state. "mmm..Mm!" Bryan grunted above. His hips moving slowly while they arched themself forward. The hand behind Sheldon pushing him closer, as he continued to rub.

"Oh a little more right there..yeah that's it." Brian huffed, the pace his hand had going even faster. The sound of flesh against each other becoming more slick, a wet clap slowly following behind them as beated along like a drum. "Ahh!" Brian roared, heaving his hand into himself as Sheldon was buries the bulk of the scrotum. The shaft expunging its seed from its depth from its depths as the scattered to his legs. "Oo that felt good Sheldon, never came that hard before." Brian commented, softly rubbing the hand against his balls.

"Gla ya liked eet" Sheldon managed to say, his voice partially muffled from the skin "Thou I cat say tha sam for ma sheets."

"Oh yeah I didn't think about that" Bryan yawned. "..I'll be sure to get them washed."

"Gad!" Sheldon mumbled, turning his face to the side of the sack. "Peh! That was pretty good fun. Though I think I need a shower after this. Mind letting me up bud?..bud?"

"Zzz...Zzzz."

"Damn it, he fell asleep."

Third Month:

As the third month came by, More of Sheldon's size diminished.finding himself smaller than an average Tik tac as the rest of the world grew around him. But with a new interaction through it all, it the impact normally had decreased exponentially. As Bryan and Sheldon become much more closer as friends.

"Man that was a good playthrough of the new Call of Duty. May have a bit of bugs on the maps, but I'm sure they'll fix them sooner or later." Bryan said in his chair, talking to his stream as he engaged with his chat. But stopped as a timer rang from his phone. "Well chat, I'll be back streaming in a little while. But don't forget to drop in the blog and see if any of you won the raffle of this week. See you later!" He waved at the chat, putting it on hold as he exited off the app.

"Ahh" he sighed softly, pulling back his chair as he hoisted his foot onto his lap. Sheldon along the bottom as the toes danced and hugged around his body. "Did you enjoy the foot massage bud?" Bryan asked. Sheldon giving him a nod in response. "That's good, glad I wasn't the only one. You always knew how to get the sweet spots he teased, letting a toes hug into him softly as he wiggled it partially. "Looks like I got a bit of time left before I go back into the stream. Anything you want to do?"

Sheldon pondered a bit as he wondered what they could do. An idea soon popping up as he hopped off of his foot. Making his way towards towards Bryan's pants as he patted at the waistband.

"Aah so you so you want to do that again? Alright." Unfastening his belt, Bryan slinked the waistband down as he held it down along his lap. Pulling the boxers with them as his cock sprawled out from its cage. Slowly stiffening from its limp state as sheldon hopped aboard it. Riding up as the head stuck up in the air. A pair of fingers coming around, as it pinched softly into the edges. The slit becoming slightly open as it suckled at the air. "It's your's bud." He confirmed. Sheldon giving a salute back as he made his way towards the rim of the slit. Cupping his hands together before he dived inside. The lips closing back up as Bryan let go of the sides.

Slrrk...Slrrk...Slrrk

"Try not to rush yourself like you did last time" Bryan teased, grabbing his shaft as he focused on the Sheldon slide deeper into his cock. The sucking guiding his faster towards the base as the muscles deposited into his balls. Closing his eyes, he leaned back into his chair to bask in the moment. His balls jostling in place as the a little lump traveled through the testicles tube.

Inside, pink walls surround Sheldon's vidion as he descend the sack. Light partially shin through the skin as shadows danced around the walls. Expunged into the one of the balls, the sphincter below tenderly squuezed him inside before he plopped towards the bottom. Dropping midway into the puddle, he moved his way over to the wall. Hugging against it as he placed a hand along one of the meaty folds. "Let's get him some fun." He said to himself. Squishing his hands into the cum coated flesh as he proceeded to rub them down. Feeling the walls push back at his grasp, he heaved his body closer. Placing an ear along it he listened to it. It had a peculiar beat to it. Blood pulsing through the sack as its followed the beatimg thumps of Bryan's heart, the sound of muffled faps above as he pounded at his shaft. It was alluring to say the least, as sheldon contiued to rub.

"Mm..mmm!" Bryan moaned more, fully relaxed into his chair as his body started to heat up. Grabbing his balls as he proceeded to rub underneath. Placing his finger onto the left one as he focused on Sheldon's rubs. But stopped when the sound of the alarm rang. "Damn, is it up already?" He snapped out of his state. "Alright, I guess I best to get back to streaming. You alright to stay in their a bit buddy? Give one pat for yes and two for no. He said to balls below. Feeling a limp. Sensation as they rubbed along the inside. Two swift thumps would trail off them, the second adding a little more rubs as Bryan shriveled blissfully in place. "Ah..I take that as a yes. Alright then, I get you out once the stream is over. Won't be long just an hour." He assured, turning towards his computer as he went to turn back on the screen.

As Bryan started to stream, it would began to get more calmer inside his sack as the walls returned to its normal state. Sheldon resting in one of the flesh pockets as he too enjoyed himself. "Mmm I never of that.." He huffed to himself, enjoying the fresh musk of his friend as their salted scent filled his nose. Relaxing more in them, he closed his eyes as he let the walls around rock against hi body. Circling around his sides as he dipped his toes into the puddle of cum in the center. "Maybe being this small isn't so bad after.." He said happily, placing a hand to the side of him as he used the other to rub walls more.

#Shrink #Musk #gentle #size difference #cock vore

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